Monday, July 16, 2012

UNFORGETTABLEVILLE

I could've just
pulled something
if I was the kind of person
who pulled things

Every fifteen minutes or so
I get the urge
to call my old phone numbers
and ask for me

In the vague hope that
one of these
mes' lives
has really worked out

Fabulous wealth
a complete lack of worry
the respect of my (his) peers
and a nice complexion

I call the numbers
in sequence from the first
I can remember
to the most recent

Obviously I would feel
most relieved if
the earliest iterations
worked out the best

That would mean
they have enjoyed
happiness the longest
and isn't that the point?

But I've been
trying to give
that up for
a long time now

Shiftlessness
lack of conscience
deformed morality
uncivil behavior

Inappropriate appetites

The world hardly
prepares one for anything
wholesome and throws shit
in our faces

With two hands
to make sure we get it
which we do even when
we think we don't

Said the mute
to the deaf man:
I'm blind
not smell-dead

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2 Comments:

Blogger Biscuitmom said...

I love this.

8:30 PM  
Blogger Laetitia Smith said...

I really like this, it has a sense of nostalgia, and being unable to completely let go of what was. beautiful!

7:07 AM  

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