There was some unpleasentness. I can never go back.

Homer vs. The Sanitation Commissioner

"No one wants to hear the ravings of a loud-mouth malcontent!"

Unnatural Sleep (2008)

I don't know if I slept. I don't know if I can take credit for the little vignettes my mind created. He was sitting there in the front seat, talking trash, and I in the back. Oddly, I thought I was driving. I didn't like the remarks he made about my shoes, because his were brown mountain hiking shoes and he said that's the way to go. His culture and mine, we think completely unlike. He wouldn't spend that much money on clothes and on cars- that is to say, on the brands that determine those prices. But he has a cozy home, probably invests in stocks, will teach his children the value of independence and earning your own dollar. He has visited the Grand Canyon and the Nation's Capital and Hearst Castel..and Virginia. I thought I would slyly steal the money from his wallet, I don't know how, but I could distinctly feel that the money would somehow be in my hand. I could take it and when I woke up he couldn't hold it against me. I opened my eyes, and I thought the same, that I need to do it, I'm going to do it. That's when I realized - my eyes were open and it hit me, that I was on my couch, the room was dark except for some buzz. My own buzz was basically useless and transitory. This time I knew it would be impossible; the only way was to sneak into his home maybe another day, like an ordinary robber. The impulse left me; even if I had succeeded in getting the cash, as much as I squeezed my eyes, the money would not materialize. So I closed my eyes again and I was into another vignette. I would be in the exact same state after my buzz as before, with only my sensations allowing me to stray from the normal state of things.

A city called Tombstone.

You shut your goddamn mouth.

Where Im from you wouldn't last a day.

He trash talks Jesus over a game of chess, he is...

"The Most Interesting Man in the World"

(that one's mine).

although my favorite one is, "His anecdotes have sub-plots."

Lines Composed Reading John Donne Remembering What's Been Done (2007)

His Mistress Going to Bed.

If, tis beneficial to one's health,
T'will make life longer -
then, you fuckin whore
you're going to live forever

XanaX (2008)

The best part was when we were driving across the bridge and I could see the roller-coaster park on the ocean. I had a fear of heights but I loved how high the ride would go.

I'm a kid again. I love to cuddle in bed with my blanket, and never leave. Like a cold morning before school, I just peed and ran back. My groove is warm. I never ever want to leave!

afterwards it didn't make sense, what happened to my bike? (2008)

I was waiting in my car for the girls to come out. I went to the back window where I could see into a room that was dark except for a light from the hall. I slid the window open because it was unlocked, and went in. I opened the drawer where the girls kept their underwear, and grabbed a handful of bra and panty. Pink ones with padding, I didn't like the padding, but the panties were soft and touched her skin. I stuffed the loot in my pants and ran out. I saw one of the girls walk out into the park, I guess to meet someone, and at that moment I drove away. I hoped they would not remember me waiting there in the evening.

School was getting out and we all walked across the street to the park. I was walking near a skinny black woman with frail gray hair and cheekbones, and I said, "Hey, mamma, you wanna to buy some underwear?" She smiled and said, "maybe, if they're cheap, like three dollars." I said I'd give her two for six dollars. She agreed and I took out the pink underwear from my pants. I was on my bike and she was sitting on the wooden bench. She took out from her purse a twenty and a single dollar. Before she could say anything, I said to give me the twenty and I could give her back change. She gave me the bill and I started to run away. I looked back to see what her face looked like and what she was saying, but everything was slow and I was afraid of her reaching me.

the son says to the father, "dad, let's run down that hill and fuck one of those cows."
the dad say, "no, son, let's walk, and fuck em all."

that's what im going to do, im going to fuck all them cows

I used to run with a tough crowd. Bicycle chains, nickles in socks, leather jackets - but no pants. We never wore pants. Now that I think about it, most of our conflicts came from our lack of trousers. I'm glad I left that life, because I realize how much time I wasted justifying my pantslessness.

I drink the beer
to dull me down
and dumb ny mind
take a slice
out of my insanity.
for my longing
for my mistress
Her, I crave.

She's the pit
of my stomach
during freefall