Friday, February 22, 2008

NIGHT OWL

I JUST LEFT MY FLAT
TO BUY A BOTTLE OF WINE
I WALKED DOWN THE ROAD
AND THOUGHT 'THIS IS LIKE NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL'

THERE IS A CRACK ON MY BOTTOM LIP
THE COLD AIR MADE IT STING

I GOT TO 'BARGAIN BOOZE'
AND 'BARGAIN BOOZE' WAS CLOSED
I THOUGHT 'THIS HAS JUST TURNED INTO A WALK ROUND THE BLOCK'
AND WALKED HOME AGAIN

THIS IS THE THIRD
NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL
THAT I'VE WRITTEN
I FEEL 'CURSED'
I FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING I WRITE
FROM NOW ON
WILL BE NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL

MY NEXT NOVEL WILL BE A 75,000 WORD VERSION
OF NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL
MY NEXT EMAIL TO MY DAD WILL BE A 200 WORD VERSION
OF NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL

10 comments:

Justin Rands said...

Yet another reference to fucking Night Owl. Jesus christ. Thanks for the great poem Chris.... deep stuff.

chris killen said...

thanks Justin.

Justin Rands said...

Wasn't a compliment obviously. But I like the way you played it off like one as if you couldn't smell my sarcasm. What a shit poem.

Tao Lin said...

i like this poem

Justin Rands said...

Fuck off, Tao.

KEN BAUMANN said...

I will attempt to destroy all of your words.

chris killen said...

ken baumann, please do that. that would be nice.

brandon said...

night owl rules

Justin Rands said...

FUCK YOU, KEN.

Justin Rands said...

I just read this again. I don't know why I was so angry. Sorry everybody.