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"I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack"

Month: December, 2012

displacement

I have some underwear somewhere under here

 

I have here

some under wear some where under

 

Under here, have some where I wear

 

I have here

some some under under wear where

 

here under somewhere underwear some have I

Two men are watching the news:
war, rape, murder, theft, homicide, abuse, arson, suicide, tsunamis, eruptions, hurricanes, tornadoes, racism, sexism, homophobia, debt, politicians, ideas, questions, no solutions.

“God is dead.”
“I’m not sure he was ever alive.”

The Youth Minister

Oh God
She’ll take dick anywhere
I wish my wife would do that for me
Oh God that would feel so good

“Honey, what are you doing in there?”
“I’m preparing my lesson for Wednesday. It’s about the dangers of lust.”

I am a fish.

A sole–yes, a bottom feeder,

Living in scum, eating scum…I am scum

Hopelessly, I look up

Finally, a wriggling escape–though not a painless one

Ceasing thought, I bite.

Freudian Slip?

“______, you made a 98 on your speech.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m so proud of you. You’re one of the shyest students I’ve ever had, and your public speaking skills have improved tremendously. You’ve really learned how to take command while you’re up there. I’m goodI mean good job.”

“Thank you.”

Are you listening?

C – “I loved Emily. She was my best friend, but she abandoned me. When my grandpa got sick, she abandoned me.”

D – “I remember when I dated Dillon. I found out she was talking to some other dude.”

C – “And when my grandpa died, Emily stopped talking to me, and she called me a dick.”

D – “Dillon cheated on me. I found out I was dating an ugly whore.”

C – “And I felt so alone when Emily left me. Then I got all depressed for a while, you know, but I’m better now.”

D – “Dillon is a whore. That’s why I’m talking to that other girl now.”