2 May

hey man the bald guy in black socks from across the street says
you’re like the…you write like that guy…the guy who wrote Fight Club
oh yeh huh? you read that junk?
yea man the neighbor says that’s tops man tops.
i am on my way to the track to spend Uncle Sammy’s tax returns
which came in on a friday night but too late to drop on booze
as the banks had shut down
yea man i read all your stuff
lookie here i say i gotta run baby
oh sure sure gotta go to work he says. make the doughnuts and all that.
oh no baby i don’t work.
he stands there like a greasy fool picking his teeth with one hand
and wedgie with the other
i get in and start the Kharmann-Ghia
it turns over hard it coughs it fucks with me
come on baby i gotta make the fifth at least
i move down the freeway with the rest of the suckers
all of us queue-ing to exit to enter to merge to cut off others to race to win to lose
to drink to fuck to kill to live to exhale
oh no baby i don’t work
but then again nothing does
not for me
hey man you write like that guy…


3 Responses to “chameleon”

  1. valerie 03/05/2010 at 8:18 AM #


  2. (S)wine 03/05/2010 at 8:30 AM #

    damn, i like brevity and all but…very? very what? bad, probably.

  3. valerie 03/05/2010 at 8:34 AM #


    bad sheesh. come on.

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