blue blotters and crystal balls

blue with grey around the edges and dents in the fender.

blue blotters and crystal balls

 

we did it all the time

when we were kids

 

I thought it would be fun

you know, reliving the glory

and all

 

so I ate a hit of acid

and went to the fortune

teller on clematis

 

her face was a leathery tragedy

and her legs were skinny vein-tracked mistakes

but her tits were perfect crystal globes

they showed me the best parts of my past

for just a moment

 

she said I was on the verge of true love,

financial stability and great adventure

she said I’d be healthy and happy

and live a long meaningful life

 

I told her that I’ve been in love for years,

I’m broke

and that she was yet another symptom

of the boredom that consumes

 

I told her that I have cancer

and that the meaning of life was

its complete lack of meaning

 

I was in tears

but her magical tits were the beautiful sunset

at the end of a miserable rainy day

 

what a brilliant mishap

and her breasts weren’t the only stars

shining downtown that night.

 

I realized that tits are a great reason

to live another day.  

one more unlikely savior in the void.

Author's Note

Merry! Merry! and Happy! Happy!
Try not to get trampled at the store.

Reviews

[Chickenmama]

"Her face was a leathery tragedy" paints a great image.