tarintino

blue walls who paints a

room that blue

she ODed in his apartment

mouth fuckin’ foamin’

red shirts, just washed em’ too

What are we going to do with the guy in the

backseat

in the trunk

He can’t live there forever

[mostly because he’s dead]

Scorsese, Tarintino a drop of

                                     blood

suspended

or a fountain splattered against

the back windshield

the distance from the chair to the screen is                                                 

safe

as the distance between me

and the motherfucker

who ball-gagged me

[what a fuckin’ creep]

we’ll storm his shop, mow him down, won’t know what hit ‘im

get medieval on his ass

Like Kingsman \ foot in the chin sliced through the balls

                                                                         suspended

The distance between me and the real world is

safe \ You’ll never guess who 

was playing us

all along the boardwalk he doesn’t expect to die

[come on, it’s so fuckin’ obvious]

                         but they don’t find his body until next spring

suspended

                         in water as it is

but they blew up the chicken man and the racket boys

won’t know what hit ’em

the distance between me and

Atlantic City is not safe

I’ve got a 

little favor to do,

for a man who

won’t meet with me

[don’t you think that’s strange]

come on

everything that dies

doesn’t really

[I don’t really want to know

where they go

after the boardwalk]

(wouldn’t think about it)

wouldn’t think outside the screen where

my emotions are

                                                suspended

and the distance is safe

american graffiti

It only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn’t blow your nose

My table, no
mine
Chemistry’s too interesting
When I could be in bed?!

Oh, no, not me. Not old Carol. The night is young and I’m not hittin’ the rack till I get a little action.

Colin is gay
Gordon loves sheep
What about Jonathan?
Honestly, uh, I’m, uh leaning towards anyone

She spoke to me, she spoke to me right through the window. I think she said I love you…That means nothing to you people?…You have no romance, no soul?…Someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets wants me.

How does it feel to be standing over there?
Up against the young bucks

Cla Crunk

Your car is uglier than I am!

Rock and roll’s been going down hill
ever since Buddy Holly died
NSA is watching
Stand by for justice!
We’re Americans, and we’re gonna do democracy
Bootleg
Bootstrap
Dogma
Oh baby!

Yeah, I’ll die soon, then it’ll all be over

Forget about Rachel, Danny
Never shag an Essex bloke

You would, you grungy little twirp.

Do you want to end up like John? You just can’t stay 17 forever!
Hey, Kroot! Why don’t you go kiss a duck?

Don’t look Da Da Da Down
I’m batman
I have become death destroyer of worlds

A double Chubby-Chuck, a chili-barb, two orders of French fries


and literally millions of jellyfish

sestina or something

You know what Tanya told me yesterday
under the bleachers since she's my girl or something?
Katie's with Carl, Alison's fucking Greg but
Greg's still going with Katie and Alison plays for the other team
John finished juvie and Claire finished Jim off
but Jim's in the locker room with John in his mouth
Everyone knows because Gretchen's got a big mouth
Bill got his appendix out the other day
Honestly, we could tell something was off
But today he's back saying "You got something
on your face" like he always does. He's still on the team.
He's always been our best and everything but

things can change pretty fast, you think you've got a handle but
Tracey's lips got sucked up into her mouth
She's probably got bulimia but so does the whole cross-country team
She couldn't get a word out in English today
I wanted to say grow some lips and talk like a real skeleton person or something
mean like that but that was before the bell went off

I mean, Celia's dad's got cancer, Trent says he's gonna off
himself,  Chaucer couldn't write something half as good but
Jane Austen could, not that I read that girly stuff or anything
Jay stuck his tongue down Hannah's throat during mouth
to mouth in health, John got suspended, haven't seen him in days
Bill and Jim and Greg got with the cheerleaders just cause they're on the team

only three people didn't make the team
they let 'em on anyway, bench warmers. Just kill them off
it's what Darwin would do, that's what my dad said the other day
Some people aren't strong enough to stick around, isn't that right Bud?
doesn't matter if it isn't because he always gets mad when I mouth
off to him. Look at Bud, he thinks he knows everything.

John smokes cigarettes, it's like a cool kid thing
Can't have them or I'd get kicked off the team
they say they can smell it on your mouth
or something. You hear Trent finally kicked off?
I wanna say I don't get it but
It's easy to get choked by your own belt at the end of the day

Greg bit his tongue clean out his mouth jerking off
last night. I'd feel bad but
we all knew it would happen one day

the antelounge

1/24/17

The table in the antelounge is always cluttered. Things just accumulate there: a prolific amount of origami flowers, a strange shape cut from solid steel that looks so important it hasn’t been moved in years, a tape measure that seems to belong to everyone.

People accumulate here too: people muttering over computers. TA’s waiting to be asked for help or hoping for a moment to breathe when it seems everyone’s code is throwing errors, picklocks asking to be handcuffed anywhere, boasting that they’ll get out in 10 minutes, fire spinners waiting until midnight to practice in the dark.

We passed through here when we were “going on an adventure” as you so wanly put it. When you told us to wear dark clothes and bring flashlights. We were looking for the one place on campus where only two people had been before, remember? We found the boiler room, left unlocked by accident where they kept the plans for the school, maps and proposals, things we probably weren’t supposed to see. Because we weren’t supposed to be there, that’s what Jamie, the surprised head of maintenance told us anyway.

You never found the secret location, roaming around with smart things to say as I followed and said nothing. I found it later in my own quiet way of overhearing, but I didn’t tell you. It had something to do with how I could never make an impression on you. But it’s okay because people accumulate here. All types. And none of them normal.