This move is an operation, just like the board game. Anything to keep from being bored. Operation search and destroy. Operating under pressure from the planet Mercury. Operating under the motivating motive of my motor-mouth curiosity killed the cat but not this time.
Hips swing harder than hippopotami but trumpets try harder, telling secrets in tercets with wet whistle lips but hips don’t lie- just swing. Pinnochio’s nose knows what I mean, when it comes to this one. & those chain links around those swings they came undone covered in rust like everything in my car covered in cheap glitter dust. It never goes away. A call to arms written on the back of a postcard postmarked LA. Post Script: I miss you. A call to arms, I fall for your charms and bracelets made of medicine, of the bones of medicine men. She and I we curb-stomped them into dust to dust, ash to ashing out onto the concrete, discussing the concrete and the intangible. Two existentialists brought up with God, thrown to the opium wolf dens choked out with overgrown weeds. Cigarette in my mouth to slow down my selfish speech. If the tiara fits, I make someone polish it for me. Second prize low price silverware cut up California pizza and divvy up Ego evenly as the little squares on an Eggo. Here's to you and me. Here's to learning to read and write and pronounce inferi. Here's to learning how to sing. Windows down & defying gravity. Here's to mornings screaming telling me I couldn't wear that. Here's to cutting it shorter. I just drank an entire bottle while waiting for Godot, Goddamn cheers to getting in and out of trouble.
Three cheers for the past three years and only getting homesick once. Here's to happily before and after photos of my teen-angst finally has a haircut. The body count in the paper was just too much. The best person ever, table in heaven, party of one. Tattoos for all the right reasons for all the right people. Home is where the heart is, my evil is your evil. Building forts in purgatory with little black Pekingese. Playing Lion King, oh I just can't wait to be queen of silicon & collagen valley. Save a hamburger for me. Plane tickets are the only thing that calm my heartbeat.
"With little or no wherewithal for being left in alone in a room, Mary Jane stood up and walked over to the window." - Nine Stories, jd salinger
