Poetica Spontenaium - 7/26/04
Years ago
I scratched out some words
Tumbling clumsy like I do
After too much champaign
which is any champaign
such a kick from champaign
In,The.Ass.
which after so much champaign
used to be significantly smaller
after a boy that I definitely didn’t know well.
And he wrote me cards that lured me
like potatochips to my pms.
To no one’s surprise,
I was drawn in by need and madness
And then I regained my sanity
after about 6 days of misery,
I felt thinner.
Which seems ironic and silly
But if you laugh it’s because you know that it’s true.
And in sanity, I realized
that the boy was unworthy
of anything more than fritopie heartburn
which should never be confused
or mistaken for real heartbreak.
Oh but for 6 maddening days
I glowed hot and high like a pyre
Set before some viking bitch
who’d got drunk and fucked and sent out to sea.
which really has nothing in particular to do with me.
Otherthan to say that Peaches isn’t right
About trying to “Fuck the Pain Away”
Because in the end, have you met anyone for which that really really really worked?
To which, finding this long lost valentines card
which states oh, so charming
from you, old what’shisname-that-bears-embaressment-in-the-mentioning
“Common logic would tell you that a pig is no match for a tiger…
but what if the pig is very clever and has flowers?”
Makes me wonder if there’s more than good taste
to explain why I’m so ridiculously fond of bacon?
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