March 2002 Archives
A description of my life
say you're walking to a friend's dorm,
you are going quietly and alone
you have a sweater on and new glasses
something hits you on the right side of your face
someone yells like they just hit a homerun
and
they skamper away
you run after this fucker cause you don't take shit
he slows down and you are now facing three people
you still run for the person that threw something at you
you are wrestled to the ground while punching anything
you miss
everything
you're glasses go somewhere
you are blind
you yell and stomp and you're just really pissed off
someone hits you clear in the side of the face
with their fist
you don't flinch
you are blind
you yell and stomp some more
people tell you to cool it
and you ask for you're glasses back
like Dave E. on the beach and his wallet
(which isn't the most obvious creepy connection between his Heartbreaking Work and your mess)
they tell you they're right there
you tell them, you can't see them,
without your glasses
you wonder how these people got into college
with wits such as these
you yell and they tell you to go home
you yell
and push
and yell
for some reason
you threaten to call the cops
they back away
perhaps out of boredom
you go to your friends house
with mud and dirt
on your sweater
and your pants
and
everywhere
you walk away thinking
I should of even been less mad,
ask everyone to hold hands and chant -
Oooooommmmmm
and then ask them how they felt now
or get even more mad
and state in an obvious voice
that you don't do what you just did
to someone that has an A-K in their closet
you don't do either and just waste energy
you visit your friend
with mud
everywhere
and cry
in her arms
for a few minutes
about everything except people that throw things at you
you walk back to the same field
you just got jumped
with your glasses
and your sweater
and you wish they were there again
but you don't know what you'd do this time
either
This painting is fantasy. You don't know what you're looking at.
