Friday, February 28, 2014
Friends at Life and Football
On Cell
-Twenty birds outside my window on a wire. One turns around
to face the other way.
-That’s you.
-That’s me.
-What did it get you?
-Not!
a!
fuckin!
thing!
-So? Why persist?
-Endless loop. If I blow the circuit, I destroy the entire world!
-What a responsibility!
-Thus, I’m odd bird for everybody.
-I’ll never again accuse you of being a selfish, egotistical,
totally scattered son of a bitch!
-Amen amen I say to you that if a man repenteth of judging
his friend...
-Then both will pig out on beer and pizza. Kickoff at Eight!
-...and farteth! there will be Giants in the earth at this time!
-And playing the Eagles! And, I definitely wouldn’t leave
the artisan farting out.
-Our trademark.
-True...but we’ve lost women thereby.
-One thing and another.
Labels: Eagles, female, football, friends, Giants, male, sports bar, young men
Friday, April 05, 2013
Neighborhood
-Did all the things my parents did. And when I finally
got my own apartment, followed suit.
-Like?
-Went to Crabby Cal’s.
-Not so bad I hear.
-Cal an indifferent chef, but buys the best in meats,
breads, produce. Doesn’t ruin anything.
-High praise indeed!
-Go to same barber my father does. Every chubby finger a powerhouse of garlic! I can’t breathe by the time he spritzes witch hazel on my neck!
-Kind of a prisoner of the neighborhood?
-Not the half of it! And they didn’t have the spiffy twins of washer-dryer from Sears. We always used a laundry. Man did that place smell of coal dust! Had some big commercial accounts too and stoked the boilers with soft coal. My clothes still have, like, a sulphur whiff to them.
-So THAT’S what that is? I thought Lucifer was stepping round.
-Some day I’ll make a clean break and move downtown.
-Where the action is!–-or as much as this sleepy burg
can muster.
-And the women! Daughters of friends.
-Good stock enough.
-Enchantresses all! Trying to trick you into forty-fifty years of homegrown sex before you’re
thrown into the ground!
-Hey! You don’t think they haven’t got their sisters
stationed downtown?
-There’s really no hope for anything.
-Psychiatrists say you hafta change yourself. And then
the whole world gets in line. A desultory process,
but they have no choice due to your new-found power.
-A miracle! They might as well be priests.
-Well, much as this happy horseshit edifies, got dental
appointment. See you around.
-I’ll be there.
-Did all the things my parents did. And when I finally
got my own apartment, followed suit.
-Like?
-Went to Crabby Cal’s.
-Not so bad I hear.
-Cal an indifferent chef, but buys the best in meats,
breads, produce. Doesn’t ruin anything.
-High praise indeed!
-Go to same barber my father does. Every chubby finger a powerhouse of garlic! I can’t breathe by the time he spritzes witch hazel on my neck!
-Kind of a prisoner of the neighborhood?
-Not the half of it! And they didn’t have the spiffy twins of washer-dryer from Sears. We always used a laundry. Man did that place smell of coal dust! Had some big commercial accounts too and stoked the boilers with soft coal. My clothes still have, like, a sulphur whiff to them.
-So THAT’S what that is? I thought Lucifer was stepping round.
-Some day I’ll make a clean break and move downtown.
-Where the action is!–-or as much as this sleepy burg
can muster.
-And the women! Daughters of friends.
-Good stock enough.
-Enchantresses all! Trying to trick you into forty-fifty years of homegrown sex before you’re
thrown into the ground!
-Hey! You don’t think they haven’t got their sisters
stationed downtown?
-There’s really no hope for anything.
-Psychiatrists say you hafta change yourself. And then
the whole world gets in line. A desultory process,
but they have no choice due to your new-found power.
-A miracle! They might as well be priests.
-Well, much as this happy horseshit edifies, got dental
appointment. See you around.
-I’ll be there.
Labels: leaving nest, neighborhood, parochial, young men
