January 21st, 2005
110626854020426040
Bladerunner Blues
Things take a stroke and I stand on my head, a drink and a girl and sitting on concrete steps for five minutes and an eternity. Hair grows past my eyes so troubled down around heavy shoulders, with a sigh and a pitch and something in my stomach linoleum floors plastered in a factory soft quiet moments bereaved by plastic ducks. Joints click past a clock with a second hand I love this tune in a metallic blue 1996 Oldsmobile Achieva swung around the wheel over the mountains through a guard rail off of I-90 heading east. Into the east.
Languid polystyrene cups sighing paper backed best sellers lost on the way to building a better tomorrow with liquor from distilled tomatoes rolling around short dense industrial carpet I slept on afraid but so wanting to touch her. Wooden floors plastic surfboards one and a half inches long punched out from milk cartons by the Weis where my mother never shopped again after the gas leak wasn’t it dangerous the bears all loved their brothers and he woke up wanting to see his rabbit one last time.
Fatal love, love penguin chu tasteless clothes, shirts falling and lies with rubber band rounded edges polished by workers from Lithuania slam dunking basketballs with The Grateful Dead.
Pecan summertime industrial bowling ball couple skate friendship ring Bryan Adams VH1 the chicken pox in Nags Head alone for the first time at thirteen without baby-sitters to flirt with how is everyone looking so grown up to you in middle school though only sixteen. Sex butter fingers rub plastic beads hanging cellular phones people talked tin cans and wires sliding down a sand dune inside a water filled cup with molded figurines from shampoo bottles. Beer dishes and falling out of oven before company came Jewish girls crazy and rolling in grass just a fool.
Saxophone Miles blue hedgehog, hair falls uncurled noodle stall zebra Ridley Scott Justin Bailey fragmented ice hard disk sprawling under fluorescent lights cold unbalanced brick attic rooms.
Sweet salt gravel random zoetrope hunter Russian folk tale domovoi ingrained pearl wood left sigh free despondent maul eight bit five colors three palettes and a promise.
