i cry in the shower sometimes, i die in my dreams. i want to ask my daughter what all of it means, but she's only three. now she's in her teens with skinny jeans and a boyfriend who cries in the shower and has wet dreams. god, let me go and come back clean, dennis lillee's fingers on my seams. i'm a ball in the air and life isn't fair and vivian richards will smack me for six. and out in the backyard of my brain i'll bounce for a while on the trampoline. i'm the king out here but where is my queen. i know, don't tell me again, i saw her face in my bed. mouth wide open like she just won the race to be dead. i stuffed it with jelly beans and poured chocolate sauce on her head. in shock i suppose and they came and took her away and i had to go to work that day. they told me to go back home and be with my girl. 12 years ago and i still cry in the shower sometimes. and die in my dreams.
I saw that you had a new post up on my 'blogger list' and said out loud 'oh shit!'
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Kinda hope this isn't fiction, or at least the definitely fictional parts are fictional and the rest is non-fiction. Or something.
ha thanks but it's all fiction. well, i would like to jam jellybeans in someone's mouth and pour chocolate sauce on their head but probably won't ever get to. also i was the king of the trampoline when i was a kid. and i shower sometimes. other than that though.
ReplyDeleteI don't believe that about the jellybeans. You love them too much, and want them all for yourself.
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