Sunday, January 02, 2011

Wide Open Road


In her bed she stopped and said "it's a wide open road" and you knew just what she meant. It's a wonderful feeling, being over, in the beginning, the third instar of a fly. Sixteen days until you die and now you have come alive. Throw off the covers, punch her in the face. The window, the door, get the fuck out of this place. Get in your car or hop on a bus, go fast, stop, go, there's blood on your knuckles but you can't feel any pain. You didn't really punch her in the face but who she is or was or wasn't has been erased from your brain except it hasn't for the memories of vision, hearing, balance, taste, and smell remain. She's okay and it's okay to wink at your heart and high five your mind when you think about that first day on the train and that dress and her breasts and how she caught you peeking at her nipple.

But you are an excitable cell with action potential. Take off your shirt, turn right, there's nothing left in her of you. It doesn't matter who you're with or if you're not or if you read the paper. All paths have now converged at this critical point.




Yet nothing is critical or important or dependent on anything. Your phase velocity has been irrevocably altered and you are leaving the glass at a most peculiar and intoxicating angle. Good bye little boy, it is time to eat the frog and spit on the toad, for this is your wide open road.

8 comments:

  1. fuuuuuck that last line rules

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  2. So so so gordon. And if I did New Year's resolutions, this would be it: "Throw off the covers, punch her in the face." I'm buying a raterf and coming over to your place to celebrate.

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  3. What ~otto~ said, but I'm bringing some prepu.

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  4. Fuck yeah dude.
    Sorry to hear about your firing. Think of it as a vacation though. Enjoy some time off.

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  5. Thanks all. The girl is a metaphor for my job. It wasn't unexpected. I had been working for a U.S. based company as a writer for the past nine years but a new management team came in and I think they figured why deal with someone in another country who they have never met when they could hire someone on-site. Oh well, I'm going to enjoy the family for a couple of months and then see what's what.

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  6. very nice, son!!! reminds me of a few lines from my boy, EV: "sliding out of reverse into drive/ this wheel will be turning right/ then straight off in the sunset she'll ride ..." he was writing about freedom too.

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  7. Thanks Micky C. I'm thinking about becoming the fake Eddie. Maybe I'll hang out with fake Bono some time.

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