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way it is "…listen don't give me no cutoff i'd rather not know and not think about it…" Cait Collins Tomorrow, it won't be easy he says. I say, I don't want to know how many pits will chip my teeth cut my tongue --knowing takes too much out of the taste. He walked away wasted couldn't understand why I just wouldn't stay home --call out sick to spare me my own sweet blood. I'm not I was asked to finger my exact moment of when I became a poet. I gave the finger instead and said I'm not. That was the only interview requested of me. Now, I wish I had said something brilliant something off-edge something to keep the bull-shitters reaching for me-- well, at least long enough to get one fuckin' book published. ah well, I always have an obituary to write- hell, that's even better- everyone I care about can read it free- when they stop into the library to wash up they'll pick up a paper turn to old friends and say remember her she's the one that said fuck em all I always liked her raw. she never made a dime she wrote about us the junkies and whores old men talking to aliens and such. remember that one about Carlo, how he boosted a rooster turned out to be a hen how bout the one where she fell on her knees thought God was somewhere on a billboard but really it was a slipped trip placed in her mouth by that s.o.b. Mark who kissed her goodbye I saw her last year looking up at a Coke sign, I wondered if she really knew something we didn't or whether a flashback got her all jammed up again she told me she liked the color red because there was nothing false about it. made me think that other colors lie and she didn't respect them. I guess that's why she is the way she is, she spills on you and says it adds more to the soup. [Index] |
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Thunder Sandwich #26 - Summer/Fall 2005 |
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