Wednesday, July 7, 2010

He hates her more than he's ever hated anything in his life 2009

     I will make you drink too much. I will make you stay up all night. I won't sleep and then I'll go to work. My eyes will be crazy. I will drive hard and if you want to get out it's up to you. You gotta say something because I probably won't ask. You better have a nonchalant demeaner when Johnny Law is in our window because I am The Sheriff. "Have you been drinking tonight?" And without missing a beat,"No." And he believed us. You better believe we are right. We have done no wrong. I want some amphetamines and I want to drive loud. A want a big machine. I want some fucking hot sauce. Because we are vibrating and we have beautiful eyes and we are everyone. And we walk tall and bound and rebound. And sometimes we have credit. We labor for the fun. We labor tall and proud. We walk tall and proud. I might be a grizzly bear and she is a lizard. She can grow a new tail. And he is a ghost or some kind of presence.
     You don't get that from being born. Oh, no you don't get that from being born Abby told me. With a hand on a jutted hip I am your instigator in snakeskin boots. Be there soon. And then Willie said, "Til I can gain some kind of control again." And I thought it was the best damned thing he could have said.

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