Tag: #life
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Hoarders
Hoarders and hoards of other wordly creatures fill the street corners, holding tightly, fingers clinging, knuckles white, to anything that makes them feel u n i q u e and whole. Walking around with plastic bags full of things that they don’t need. Blindly reaching for some meaning among all of this meaninglessness. I walk […]
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Uncle Doug
I had an Uncle Doug who, every Sunday, would grumble and grunt and fuss his way into his bright green ’73 convertible Corvette, so that he could drive it around the neighborhood and feel young again. He’s dead now, though. Stroke killed him last year. And now the car sits under a tarp in my […]
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Hooters
I went to Hooters so that I could toot my own horn, and tell the girls that I wrote a book. One of them said that she’d take a look but I don’t believe her. Then I tried to toot one of their booties and I got kicked out. Went home and made wings in […]
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Music
I want to write words that move like a bass line smoothes out a slow song. I want this thing to beat your bones like it was a fucking kick drum. Like buh-dum dum dum. Can you feel it bumping yet? Like a song that you loved but forgot about until just now. These words […]
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Lies
You used to tell me to stay sober. I used to smoke a blunt before you would come over. I always said that I was just tired. You never really believed me. You just wanted to be with someone, and you hated to fight, so you would let it go. But we were both unhappy, […]
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Sounds Like Me
I haven’t touched these words in so long that they got covered in dust. And now I feel rusty as I try to readjust them. I can’t remember how where they were supposed to go. The order seems messed up. Or the purpose is missing. Or maybe they were just shitty words to begin with. […]