At the laundromat.
And the knuckleschmucks are doing bong hits in the back.
Like, straight up blowing smoke all over the planet.
And Eve just wants to do her laundry.
Who are these anarchist people?
Ok, it’s California, but do we all have to
breathe weed smoke all day long?
Some of us like oxygen.
My teeth are self-whitening.
It’s the craziest freakin’ thing.
I mean, I could rub furniture stain on them
and they’d be pearly white in the morning.
I don’t know how it happened.
I used that light thingy once.
Now, I’m all animal instinct.
I just want to bite you.
Applying to become a super hero.
Not so hard!
And not in the face!
Give me that funky groove.
Now, shake it until you feel better.
Not sort of better,
I mean straight butter better.
You get me?
It’s the rhythm, dig?
The inside pocket.
The beat you feel inside your bones
that won’t let you sleep at night.
After only being here for a short time,
I’m not exactly sure if I’ve been here before.
Some things are familiar.
Like the cricket’s song.
But, it sounds like they’re signing in another language.
And everyone’s pointing pistols,
like they need them to speak.
Then I woke up and
realized I was in a movie.
It was over, but how to extricate himself?
He held on tooth and nail because he loved her.
But also, because he was afraid.
She was his bridge from fringe dweller,
sleeping on the floor,
living in a house, sleeping on a California king,
driving a car he wasn’t ashamed of.
He led with “douche-nozzle”.
A term here that means twerp.
Also, a word that polarizes.
Apparently, the rich guy with 3,
million dollar homes, complained about
being told he was lucky
to be on the list at all.
JR promptly refunded him and
gave him the old
to the unsubscriber morgue.
Some people will do anything to get loaded.
They heard that Australian toad venom had hallucinogenic properties.
So, Franklin, and company decided to try it.
Tasted like burnt tarantulas, and everybody got sick.
If it hadn’t been so expensive, they’d probably all be dead.
Told the ER doctor that they ate some bad frog’s legs.
I was blind for a time in my left eye.
From a virus and not wanting to see.
Wore an eye patch and I still saw patients.
Eye doctor said the retina had detached.
Didn’t understand how it had healed again.
I said “luck” and didn’t tell him about the herbs or the forgiveness.
The finches were bold, flying into the window glass, trying to get inside.
There were 4 or 5 on the porch, looking for a way in.
What did they want?
What we all want. Safety and peace.
A place to raise a family away from the feral cats of the world seeking to remove our faces.
My memories are small, like these stories.
To be more accurate they’re just little pieces of time.
Sewing them together, creating characters from all the voices in my head.
And planting them in other minds, tiny algorithms once freed, stay in motion.
Little thought experiments I hope continue like the light of long dead stars.