the half face in dreams of the green parrot. (381 hits)
Category: Quotes & Stories -> PoetryRating: 0.66 on 7 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Not An Alter (View user info) at 2007-06-10 06:14:59 EDT
it is nights like these.
this morning, you begged whatever gods you could name to keep you from the fridge. you drank coffee.
you shook on the couch, hypoglycemia, pounding headache. shits.
you vowed more fiber. more vitamins. less booze.
not on a night like this. you swore off your swearing off. you feel much better now. eight drinks in, one voicemail, three high protein meals later, you sit in front of your favorite weapon. your keyboard. you ride the curls and dips of the internet as it amuses you. a few clicks away from anything. your head spins.
your dog keeps trotting up to you, as if he smells an aneurysm or an overdose. maybe he does.
your fingers aren't glued to the keys as much as dancing on them. there's poetry in elongated joints no poet has ever captured. there's a ring half sliding off a malnourished finger. you need another drink. you need a waiter. you're on a roll, any interruption will kill the monster inside your sleep deprived brain.
you just realized why you can't. it's the candle. it smells like apples. it reminds you of november, when you had a life, a purpose. it taunts you and you flare your nostrils in denial. no scent can hold power over dancing fingers.
you receive a text message. ignore it.
you lose your Muse.
apple ..cinnamon..something about a candle. flip open the phone.
your typical drunk friend. only needing you in the hours of the night he can't stand to be with himself, alone.
these are the people you hate.
these are the people you were.
now you relish the quiet of a 3 am half moon. you need it. it sends a billion fairies to your fingertips to type the words you normally wouldn't have typed. it says the words you wanted to shout in the faces of a dozen sorry excuses for human beings. you pause. you're using too many words.
keep it tense.
keep it vague.
keep the reader guessing.
you wonder about palahniuk.
how does he effectively narrate an occasion as simple as the clearing of one's throat? how does he turn the exodus of words into a clearly defined river the reader has no choice but to follow? why can't you be more like your favorite authors? why have you wasted a quarter of a century locked in dark rooms with booze and sex, accomplishing no more than consuming booze and sex?
why does your mother cry?
her other children are driven.
purposed.
you are the little lost sheep, no majestic lone voice in the wilderness; mere pathetic bleating for simplicity.
you are one addiction after the other.
you slug cheap swill and it tastes good,
better than cynicism, better than 2:41 am, better than realizing you'll need another before your fantasies awake: the impossibly intelligent, down to earth, incredibly handsome man who finds some quality in you he can't live without. the sensitive, understanding woman who opposes your every argument, but looks into your closed eyes when you come, that person who completes your half.
the half face in dreams of the green parrot.
the spouse you've never seen.
there's a brain sinking into its decay. right here, behind these dancing fingertips
this ignored text message, this wasted life
there it is: pulsing
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Submitted by NotVoltron (user info) at 2007-06-10 18:07:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
thanks, lungfish.
i have all the SPT out of my system.
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-06-10 17:43:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked this. Very hard to +2 you, after your poo poo platter post, though, I must admit.
Submitted by HateMudkips (user info) at 2007-06-10 15:31:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
not sure wtf you're talking about but ok
Submitted by ih8u2man (user info) at 2007-06-10 12:21:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Your mind seems beautifully fucked up. Read some of my shit.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-10 12:01:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2007-06-10 06:50:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i'm drunk and have no fucking idea what the fuck you're talking about
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2007-06-10 06:40:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
What the bleeding fuck does this mean?