Conversational-Like Through Windows Shared
October 2nd, 2009
By Patrick Larkin
Shared two bits, that was a great movie,
the level 70 purple best pair of underwear level
the first time you rang me, I was already late,
I had to go pee. I am sorry.
There are a bunch of crazy-ass broomsticks
in your scattered green backyard,
looks nice in rectangular
what with the sequined curtains,
you motherfucking hummingbirds.
The window, you must realize,
is how I wasted most of my highschool career
losing my plaid shirt buttons unheroicly.
It is a strange place you find yourself in,
all too suddenly shirtless in a red barn, bats, bad smelling
yellows, panic, and I have got to get a hold of that woman,
we have got to get one bedroom, is how I wasted
the time between my grandparents’ and parents’ funerals.
Grandpa gave me fishing lures, my mom a sofa,
brother took a car, my sister is in Andalusia,
my dad is a sofa. Nobody is nearly as soft,
not even a soap commercial, ten dead gooses
unless you stuff them full of fluff, a goofeyeballed angel
hovering close by though always when you are watching your feet.
My father was a shoe salesman. Please marry me and die.
