Tuesday, March 27, 2012

takeaway window confession

bitter herb dumplings: paket servis
there in fifteen minutes or less, and i'll drive over sidewalks and kids to do it.
but not stray dogs or cats.

okay:
essential dissection? check
begat
a warped shimmering layered set of personality
situation dependent
only
a hard shell come along too in the course of it all and every now and then a grain of sand gets under there,
under the shell and scratching on delicate mucosal membranes
nostalgic - a common theme
for what never was - the vaguest banality, the vainest conception of back when everything was right
depending on what back seat you were in when you set about to fumbling with the back when.

abstinence
just don't do it
altho thinking on what never was is a substitute for thinking about the way things could be different
now
like put everything down and walk away and the uncertainty of the oh what would happen to me?
filler would happen, punctuated by Moment. and i would lack all of the pleasantries that i have and those are so hard to give up.
domestication is a bitch.

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