There’s something about the internet the way that we’re all kissing it.
Search things with VIP access. Where’s my old cassettes? And weird things hide depression; hide our regret from wings that dried like resin with our comments. From rings and ties to fashion and social net- -working and fake smiles to sessions you won’t forget. With that old hoe – Whoops. Shouldn’t say that about her. But I guess I’m in one of those moods that turn me into a shouter. Remembering the times in my room that made me shout her name while she rolled her eyes back for 1-6-8 hours. That’s a week. That’s all we needed to make us both weak for each other. Who needs another? Future brothers, she was a freak in bed back then, back when she was fleek. Guess she still looks good now but, boy, you haven’t seen the things she used to do with me. Guess with you she’ll hold out but I think I’m getting distracted on what I was talking about. Um, oh yeah, that’s right. How typical of me. Let me say, first of all, please accept my apology. Or ride in a hearse, I'll write my own eulogy. Or rehearse this whole verse again in front of the are- -na full of people. Put the peddle stool up high and wave to the Insta followers on Facebook Live. Or was it Snapchat? Can’t recall but we shall vibe So, I will now introduce myself… hi.
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Christopher R. Pascualis an artist from Auckland, New Zealand who expresses the weird through writing, photographs, paintings and lifestyle. Archives
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