This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Anome on 13th and Harcaid

A flourish in every word

Smack your gum with a swagger
John Q. Meatskull
Go backwards on your fixed gear bike
And continue to wax your irony
More conspicuous sloth than an Amazon exhibit
More beer logos than the Daytona 500

But I guess my observatory of concrete
Is in no way a loftier position
And me writing this makes me just as bad

"Look at that asshole watching all of us
And scribbling in his bitch-ass notepad
What a stuck-up hipster
And I bet he thinks his tats are badass"

I guess the thing is that we're all the same
Let us posture and pose
It keeps us sane sometimes

So smack your gum
And back up your bike
Wear your Ninkasi shirt
And I'll sit here and write.

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