its tough to divine his sense of
tacky
he had it bucco aplenty
he thought it was his before he made his trip acrossaroundazigzag
America on a motorcycle during Namduring his avoiding the draft until he
determined if he wanted to fight in a war that was not existentialthat he saw
it as not existential was a strong hint he wasnt going to war
his parents were freaked out
You can’t walk
away from this thing until you’re good and ready.
I can an I am They come knockin you let them know for me
Ill get in touch with them when I return
if I return
They’ll throw you in jai . .
.
. Then every American boy ought to tell the government to suck their dickthey
cant imprison every eighteenyear old from here on outprisons bursting at the
seams with young men who say No
No
Seems you’re pretty well decided,
son.
Seems I am but since Ive never been out in the world on
my own time to kick a few cans a few
rocks an see if theres anything hiding there I might have missed
Seems like the common sense you raised me to have
so riding took him to many
unsavory places filthy gas station bathrooms
rooms let one bathroom per floor sharing with
unusually dirty
people which was to say they were the
most colourful characters he ever ran across in his lifethough he wouldnt turn his
back on them they were raw technicoloured
he missed the top of toilet tanks top of urinals
he missed the nicotine stains cigarette
scorches the decipherable undecipherable
marks which were brothers to the blackmarker graffiti scrawled on stall partitions
and palegreen tiled splashbacks and walls the occasional ceilingsCHRIST too bad whomever did that didnt use their
ambition in some other manner
he missed the cigarettes butts clogging the urinal catchestheir rollickinrubbinrollin the soaked disintegrating cigarettes flicked into toilets
he missed the eyeball at the
gloryholes the whinyplaintive voices from the other side guess it didnt hurt to try
he
never had to hurt anyone
those experiences and visuals
only heightened his sense of tacky rarifying it
his wife said My, aren’t you THE connoisseur.
he smiled warmlyhappily at her
derisiondislike he didnt hide anything
from hershe knew exactly what she was getting now if she thought she could change him that was her mistake not his theirs tastes differed she never had to spend any time in a
gymroom a mens lockerroom fuckin pigs
Cant con a sewer baby It knows exactly the lay of the land an the kind
of clowns that inhabit it
she
spoke through an exaggerated grimace Don’t call me baby, baby.
made
him laugh
I love ya
2ish 1400ish, Sunday,
22 8. 21
1156, Day-between-Two-Ts, 25 8.
21
Billy Joel Uptown Girl
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-0Oect0nVQ
& We Didn’t Start the Fire https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqkjYKUXERQ
