God damn you women get me all
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
about us about our night together you
beg me to hang out you say you want
to get to know me you want to come over
and watch movies with me and meet my dog
you say you’ve never met anyone like me
that I could be the greatest the best
make your eyes melt mama yet
when it comes down to it you’re scared
you don’t know what you want you don’t
want to get all used up and you
leave me you leave this imprint on me
but it’s okay I’ll love you anyway
take you back into my arms and
we’ll celebrate into the night
skin touching eyes dodging bodies
dancing while I fall into you –
can’t ever find my way out.
More IMPOSSIBLE MONSTERS pimping! Joy!
Been a while, so figured I’d post another sample chapter from my novel, Impossible Monsters. It’s pretty self-explanatory…I think. Still trying to get this published. *ahem* 🙂
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ANTHONY
I decide after Jill and I have dinner at her flat and smoke an enormous joint that I need to call Tyler, a conversation I’m not particularly looking forward to. I leave and she’s not happy, but I tell her I have homework and we kiss a little bit standing by her door. She tries to grab my crotch to entice me to stay, pleading with that crooked smile. I leave anyway. Walking back from Hugh Catanach Hall I cross the pedestrian bridge that extends over a Warwick Road, high brick walls on both sides of the road, old walls with old vines on them. Cars speeding, later afternoon almost dusk. Stop on the center of the bridge after I pass a black boy that looks familiar. Tall, striking, shaved head, stubble. He’s walking and flirting with a chubby American girl who looks at me for an uncomfortable amount of time. Nondescript. Standing there I take a cigarette from my jacket pocket that I borrowed from Jill and light it with a Bic lighter I stole from Alex when I was buying some more Vicodin from him yesterday. He tried getting me to stay…again. Light it, inhale. Feel good. I turn to my right and study the bridge as it disappears into a thick bunch of trees, the leaves barely hanging now. The direction I will eventually head. Beyond the trees Hammond Student Village, a rugby field and a hockey field, separated by a flimsy partition made from a black tarp. The library somewhere even further back. I take a deep hit of the cigarette and feel the smoke bury itself so deep in me it may not come out. Burns, a pain I deserve. Striking hot. Study the lighter, black plastic casing, rub my finger over thumbwheel slowly then ignite a small red flame that I proceed to blow out. I do this two more times as I formulate what I will say to Tyler even though it doesn’t really matter anyway. A couple of boys pass, boys I saw at a club during Orientation week although I can’t remember any more details. I just remember them dancing closely. Whispering. Their eyes. They study me, I can feel it, and I just look down at the cars drive by. Cue a gust of wind, my hair blowing. My North Face jacket keeping me warm and looking very cool. Imagine they check me out as I pose which makes me smile. Need to be more stoned. Once I’m alone again I take out my cell and unfold the piece of paper I wrote the number down on and call it. The rings sound distant like they are traveling far underground, through dirty wires buried like the smoke still in my lungs, the smoke I keep there. The burning I keep there. That I deserve.