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By Misti Date: 2005 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.09.13.28.26673]] |
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at Borders yuppie bookstore on a Tuesday night in March no money just here to do some research your boyfriend is sitting in his wheelchair on the sidewalk looking glum you ask what's wrong he points out that there are two cars without placards parked in the handicapped parking spaces you tell him to call the cops a man standing nearby says "already done" tells you his wife is handicapped and that sort of thing really burns him up inside you grab bios by Anthony Kiedis and Tommy Lee take all the relevant books down from the reference shelf you are going to publish your poetry, finally your boyfriend is going to publish his short stories on life on the wild tweaked out side in San Francisco and Oakland after writing down addresses for about an hour you browse the magazines look at the photos in Rolling Stone a topless Courtney Love feeding the Bean her bottle Kurt Cobain playing his guitar in his pajamas and smiling Michael Stipe treading water in a pool in New Orleans then all those crazy little books the book of bad days grabs your attention you tell your boyfriend let's get make like a tree and get outta here too much stimulation, man no money and too many choices my brain is hurting let's make like a skunk and stink more silliness on the way to the car you tell your boyfriend to wait on the sidewalk you'll get the car you turn around and see him hauling ass after you in his wheelchair you burst out laughing and sing "here he comes, rolling down the street...gets the craziest looks from everyone he meets!" you laugh and honk the horn he says,"that honky bitch is horny" you laugh until you hurt you could not have more fun at Disneyworld loopy on Coca-Cola and peanut M&Ms on a Saturday night in June. |