SNARF
01/08/01
SNARF.
Enough with that romantic drivel.
I’d really like to get back to my lame, klutzy, Cynical, sarcastic, and very unromantic grouchy typical self now, thank you very much.
But damn it.
It’s raining and the sound of it against glass right now is lovely and the air above my head is causing my paper sparrow mobile to dance so delicately. And damn. How’d this Miles Davis CD get into my stereo & start playing right now.Damn. Damn. Damn.
To quote Joaquin Phoenix.
“This vexes me. I am very vexed.”
Ergo, perhaps some
Poetica Spontaneum a la Min Jung
(Faking the Latin of course.. who me? all edumacated? I’m from the ghetto motherf*cker)
RoTic (Romantic minus “man”)I.
I regret now, this annoying itch
that scritches along the inside of my wrists
lonesome for a slow, sweet, wet, kiss.
II.
Somehow uneasy, inspite of sated sleep
as if the bed had stretched miles wide and fathoms deep
My body curled up on one side, the other still neat.
III.
Passionate kisses would nearly my lips bruise
Now, disdainfully, sadly underused
A lonely way to listen to Miles Davis blues
IV.
I’ve decided.
If I knew who you were, I’d miss you terribly.
Hurry back & introduce yourself.
OK.
That sucked.
Goodnight folks.
Min Jung
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