..
Mouth full of semi-raw fried potatoes and
dehydrated orange wheels, doesn't Mr. Appleseed come out of
nowhere
and plant a speck of a seed right smack dab in the centre of my
reptilian cortex, but I
pay no mind because Buddy has adored me for a whole five minutes until he rebounds
harder
than an
addict discharged
from
forest-y methadone clinics
in downtown cores
poppin' Hilfiger blue collars
yackin' it on the phones to guys named D, or
D yackin' it to guys named Friendo, Jai, or
Little Tim,
buried from ******* back too much hillbilly
******, while
college girls sleep in their Sahara beds,
saving up to buy bouncy trampolines with
bouncy cheques,
listening to lullaby coos of pimps and ******
on the downstairs couch,
gazing fawn-eyed at cavediums next to
nobody cares muffins and syrup-y coffee
canyoudropmeoff?
outside of the seventh-story window of
million dollar saloons,
wearing blings and rings,
purchased by wealthy husbands and
traveling yuppies for their wives' veneer,
eating breakfast cereals that go
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
for three square meals,
refurbishing plastic containers
on foot-stained broadloom,
with cage and cagey roommates,
throwing life rafts to bloated bodies in
Great Lakes
for the price of a debt,
recalling waffling road trips,
visiting one-man tents behind billowing
smokestacks;
I blew my brains out in an air duct,
lost my life lifting up heavy floor mattresses,
climbing out of basement windows,
while hitch hiking mothers sing karaoke
nursery rhymes by Janis Joplin,
20 notes off-key,
harboring skeletons in stairwells and rusted
out Grand Ams,
making friends in Tim Hortons after last call,
dressed in leprechaun fatigue,
driving like England at midnight,
I spoke to a faceless man,
whom I'll never get a chance to send a
thank you
card...
as for me? I never touched the stuff
but I was too spent to care and was already floating on cheap Chardonnay and authentic vitamin D with my bindle stuffed to the brim so I thought I'd just American Beauty plastic bag my way through this one, cropped in floral, patio sunglasses, swirling and twirling on Ballet Boulevard until
An e.ch-o-y sound in my
left ear
I turned my head,
slo-mo tracers flashed in warp speed,
the testa bursts open.
..
