For god sake, someone give this kid some pills!

For god sake, someone give this kid some pills!

And that rain on gray Sunday afternoon followed

not by warm pews and scented old woman who

is as sweet as the damp air and goes down just as well

makes one feel good and replenished rain, ah

finally a shower, I haven’t moved from this couch for days

the color in face is offset

drained in the image    

old perfume woman

I feel

her life string

weather-beaten

just       

about   

ready  

to

 

break.

It’s all the more precious

finer than any wine ever tested

and with perfume she primes the scent of death

Hm, why do these sweet skeletons smell so good?

This is the sweetest old woman I ever saw

Sunday television watching and its innumerable holes

for napping.

What’d you think of McDonald’s fries today?

A bit soggy I thought, for a Sunday anyways

This house is mess, but it’s perfect

For hide and go sleep or if you just want to stare into Sunday rain

Come inside wet dog and dry off.

And I’ll listen to your drunk sagas roll through the front door at 11am

Carrying pizza boxes and silly stories of stupidity that are coated and wrapped

Up like lolly pops and served to little men who think this is it.

These gray Sundays, this is why I drink

And now you’re bringing back my Drama

You mind keeping it down, you goddamn buffoon

Your Sunday stories are the catalyst to

Unnecessary reels and mental projectors

And now I’m another audience member squealing with delight and squirming in my chair

Cause you did what? And oh boy, I remember seeing a movie just like that once before

I was sleeping in my screen before you got back

Swear to God, fingers never left the keyboard we really are machines now aren’t we?

No wonder I like rusty Sundays and the almost convincing sweet words from the half-dead

but smelling great Grandma Hope

let us lust in this weird paradox moment               for a moment

I know there is ripe

forbidden fruit

dangling

behind the sacks              of  her eyes

ready to

     drop

 

out at anytime

I cherish our conversations, and always snip

 them right,                        out of thin

air

And take them back to my screen and couch

copy and paste some where I can

into my drama, probably near the end copy and paste somewhere.

 

Her voice would be the last of her to go

I always knew this and when I hugged her goodbye

often expected dust to come out of her mouth.

I loved that old woman and she loved me.

Both engrossed in the saga of new old new old,

two marvelous mediums

romancing of Life and Death

 

Well, here we are it’s another gray Sunday and McDonald’s fries are still soggy

And the people there sticktotheseats as if they were church pews,

gobbling down Ronald’s fast food

Sermon.

 

“Let’s be friends and marvel over the gap,

 and I mean marvel till your

pupils are popped wide open”

exposing years and years of this old woman and her husband who got

trampled by a horse to hisdeath, too

another gap and more sinking stomachs that

I suddenly got worried and panicked that the next 3 hours would slip by in seconds and I’d be late

for work

or get up from my couch and computer screen one afternoon and think, s**t

That was it, it all already happened.

What else you got?

I actually felt no emotional response to that film

time to visit perfume lady

I love the smell

of our uncanny love affair.

 

 

 

Josh Hornberger

 

Author's Note

This poem works better when read aloud, but anyways enjoi. shoot me some feedback!

Reviews

[Ben M]

mad props brah, well done

[Aleyah]

Whoa bro this is pretty crazy. In a good way, though (: I like the way this is essentially free style with some prose-like elements. What I love most though is how so many thoughts circulated throughout it, so I felt like I was in someone's ever-thinking brain. Don't know why, but I read this kind of like some sort of song. It had a beat somewhere! Haha...hmm...I'd have to say my favorite part is DEFINITELY when you are moving around the text, e.g. "copy and paste somewhere"...and cross it out and such. As you probably know, this is bloody unique and has so much to it that I could read it again and again getting different vibes and thoughts every time. Awesome poem (:

[Jaco (Jaik Miller)]

Why is it that that sunday afternoons always seem to be gray? or at least rainy...
Very very good my friend. Good because it wasn't trying to be anything. There were classic semi "cliche" elements to it that are seen in alot of free verse poems yet that didnt matter because it was all taken from things in YOUR waking life. Things you often come in contact with such as the mcdonalds fries haha. Im not sure if you can tell exatly what im trying to say but i really enjoyed the poem. I like the fact that it was really long. The length reminds me of that crazy b*****d ginsberg.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem had it all. Memories, smell of the past rebirthing thoughts. Sometime we can over think. Make the past seem better. I did like the story in the poem. In the end we will have only memories to grasp at. I like the ending to the excellent poem. Make me think this late evening.
Coyote