a message on the road

3 Aug

hey man screams a discarded weathered label on a chunk of amber glass from a beer bottle consumed a long time ago by cancerous leperous psoriatic herpetic lips which later kissed the mouth of an unsuspecting peasant woman with two missing front teeth churning a pot of soft polenta on the fire.
hey man. enough with the shit. enough with the melancholy. enough with the sensitive heart.
and then.
photos of a proper southern debutante wedding. sanitized. white. privileged. comfortable people in comfortable clothes with comfortable money.
and then at a small table he tells me of the minefield dotted with little white pills containing chemicals and tumbleweeds made from barbed wire and ditches filled with latrine excrement. he tells me of the road leading to sharp scalpels which will be used to extract a part of his wife’s esophagus and stomach.
that animal.
he says.
it’s relentless. even in remission.


2 Responses to “a message on the road”

  1. Matt 03/08/2009 at 5:32 PM #

    I love a label that screams. I like this.

  2. (S)wine 03/08/2009 at 6:39 PM #

    thank you signore.

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