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03.07.2011

everything seemed new

different

foreign

invalid and insignificant

christmas presents and dumb girls

kisses on cheeks

cold and alone

the strums of Spiderland in the distance

the rock confetti hits our

heads and sour mouths

sour tognues

fading in the dark

with the truckdriver

limp bizkit and gravy

wisconsin dells and

hot water music

is there a box of cerial

on the floor

is my life the hours of high pitch screams and tweeks

of Jon Rose

this is the first night

the first night of the rest of my life

the first night im happy with having nothing

I just wanna live in low tones

sex is now in white porcelain rooms suspended on strings

I was in my dark bedroom. on my bed. under the blankets and feeling objects with my feet. I imagined. a school... a church... a house... a Denny's... all crushed under my feet and it was biblical.

the sounds in my painful belly sounds more and more like a twisty straw being pulled back and forth