dec 24

Chasing the days of an advent calendar. The broken break. Straight through the heart of it. That feeling of forgetting something vital. Something huge and essential. A crucial quip. She bit her tongue until she tasted blood. And went on with intravenous shots of vodka. While a demon on her shoulder cheers wildly in the student section. Face painted team colors. Himself consuming airplane shots, proportional to the size of his body but he has built up a huge tolerance through many years of recklessness and chaos. Many years of upside down bedrooms and shifting ceilings. Feeling the world turn underneath his feet. As he was born in the center. The root of tectonic activity and mountain range forming. ------ Ended a few rituals and began a few more. Our christmas eve movie might very well be scarface. Time is irrelevant and days began after 2 pm. In this side world I awake comfortable yet confused. ---- Dive in to a well to collect the coins. Take back the wishes. The flight of ideas. The hot skin and light head. The watering eyes of happy tears. Use this money to pay god at the church collection plate. eat his flesh and drink his blood in his honor. and say your hail marys one thousand times before cutting a niche in your arm to fill with dope. a broken paperclip would do. (relocate from drum throne to futon). an armload of books cross traffic downtown hurdle fire hydrants, riffing with words a jam session of prose in the key of the english language. your powers of rhetoric are weak and futile in contrast to my masterful speech, your metaphors of ineffectual as they have no logical merit, further claims regarding my alleged actions would simply worsen the case for your while simultaneously backing up my argument that you have been caught lying in attempt to ruin my credibility, well, sir, if you must know, we have a mutual friend, one who listens and records when necessary, to analyze your claims against your actions, here he has found that indeed you are the one who has committed a criminal act, and all claims to the contrary must  be dismissed at once. This man blames me for what he himself has done. My hands lay by the side of my lover, while his hands where made red in a violent spasm of passion.... Chewing dark chocolate and watching the clock move from one corner of the room to the other. I am a perpetual sundial. My arms are like tentacles. I can spray a black plume of ink to deter predators or to confuse prey. I can breathe underwater, recycling our salt water supply through open gills. I can reach and maintain escape velocity to exit the outer atmosphere of our planet and keep momentum for hundreds of years towards distant mysterious. I will be selfish and keep all of my findings to my self. I will only transmit forward. To the others. Not backwards towards the earth..... A hole in my thumb, a water bottle with only one drink left, a cardboard cut-out cd case. You are the future. A mattress straight on the ground. Quiet sex unless no one is home. A ski jacket and a fold in the carpet. A suitcase that unhinges out into a record player. At 1:05 on christmas eve day I may just see if that needle will spin around with enough precision to translate music from a black disc to my reverberating room and the vibrating chambers of my inner ear. While this occurs, I will lean back and stare at the album art. Skipping the needle ahead briefly if the record skips. For now I pause my riff writing session. My psychobabble. The translation of incredible scattered thoughts. As soon as one is remembered another is forgotten. What we are left with should indicate some sense of my character. My anxieties. Psychoanalyze me, jesus christ in a lab coat. Let me test some drugs and take notes based on any distortions, any reality disorientation. A brief lapse into and out of an acid flash back, where some invisible spectre spins quickly around my perimeter like a larger and more threatening hula hoop. Limbo all way until the back of your head touches your heels. If you can't do that you are not a worthy opponent.