Friday, May 31, 2013

old prose goes and goes

From spring 2011

About to see Emerald calculating the best way to tell her that i know she's been selling herself for drugs. I'm sitting on the floor of the greyhound buss station excited yet mourning the innocence in falling in love in yet another misguided friendship i had with her. Can't invest again, like her men and unlike them because  actually do love her, that foolish dirty olive skinned jewel. 
Emerald keep your smile wide and your sanity as loose as it was with me, but in this free yourself of obstructing nature and what it gave you unless you're fooling everyone and you really love what you've done.

Some people feel
Nothing at all.
Some people feel
With things more like sea tentacles.
Some people feel
That feelings are just one big fucking joke
Like all the coke we did last night
And the million times we had to stop
So you could check your pockets
And make sure
That anything you might say on accident
Was buried with the change you got
From the corner store bottle
 shelf price sticker
That said
2.25
Out the door,

Looking all
Distracted.

Some people feel
That I’m a whore
Some people feel
That they’re not even different
Some people feel
That their parents are to blame
That everything is ordinary
That ordinary is everything.
Everything ordinary
Is ok with me.