Saturday, May 17, 2008
TONIGHT
I GOT OFF WORK AT 6:30
I GOT HOME AND THERE WAS A TAO LIN SHIRT, BRITNEY SPEARS
STICKERS, AND A POETRY BOOK
WAITING FOR ME.
I PUT ON THE TAO LIN SHIRT AND
BOB DYLAN KNOCKOFF SUNGLASSES
AND PLAYED TEXAS HOLDEM POKER.
I LOST.
I WALKED AWAY FRUSTRATED INTO A ROOM
WITH A 30 INCH APPLE MONITOR AND
WATCHED THE LAKER GAME ONLINE IN HD.
THE CONNECTION WAS LOST.
I SHAVED MY BEARD AND WASHED MY FACE.
THEN TWO OF MY FRIENDS AND I LEFT
TO A BAR TO WATCH THE END OF THE GAME.
THE LAKERS WON.
I HELD UP MY HANDS, YELLED, AND WALKED
OUT OF THE BAR.
WE WALKED TO SAFEWAY FOR ALCOHOL.
IT WAS TOO CROWDED SO WE
WENT TO A LIQUOR STORE.
I BOUGHT A BOTTLE OF WINE AND
IMMEDIATELY BEGAN TO DRINK IT.
WE WENT TO MY FRIENDS EX
GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE TO 'HANG OUT'
BEFORE WE 'WENT OUT'.
THE GIRL I SLEPT WITH 3 NIGHTS AGO
WAS GOING TO BE THERE.
I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HER BUT I WENT
ANYWAYS.
THE BAR WAS FAR.
WE WALKED A LONG WAYS.
WHEN WE GOT THERE WE WERE INSIDE
A BAR.
I SAT/STOOD AROUND A WHILE AND
TOOK IN THE SCENERY.
IT WAS NICE.
GOLDEN LIGHTS, A GOLDEN CEILING
NAKED PORTRAITS OF WOMEN.
DECORATIVE WALLPAPER.
I DIDN'T TALK TO ANYONE MUCH.
I WENT TO THE BATHROOM TWICE.
ONCE IN THE BOYS.
ONCE IN THE GIRLS.
THEN I HAD A CIGGARETTE AND
DECIDED TO LEAVE THE 12
OR MORE PEOPLE I WAS WITH.
I LEFT AND WANDERED UP THE STREET.
I HEARD MUSIC AND WALKED INTO A BAR.
THERE WAS LIVE MUSIC.
I GOT MY ID CHECKED AND STOOD AROUND
LISTENING TO THE MUSIC FOR A WHILE.
I THOUGHT ABOUT MUSIC SCENE IM
TRYING TO GET INVOLVED IN.
MY BASEMENT
THINGS.
I LEFT THE BAR AND WALKED UP TO MISSION.
I WALKED PAST A BAR I KNEW A GIRL
WOULD BE AT BUT I DIDN'T SEE HER.
INSTEAD I SAW TWO GIRLS FROM HIGHSCHOOL.
WE DID OUR SCHOOLS CHANT, SIGHED, THEN
WITHOUT SPEAKING WALKED AWAY FROM EACH OTHER.
ONE OF THE GIRLS MURMURED, "COGNITIVE BEHAVIORAL THERAPY"
I WALKED AWAY SMOKING A CIGARETTE TO MY BUSSTOP.
I WAITED TWO MINUTES.
I GOT ON.
5 STOPS LATER A GIRL I KNEW GOT ON WITH HER FRIEND.
SHE USED TO DATE MY FRIEND TONY.
WHILE WE WERE CATCHING UP DRUNK A GUY
I PLAY BASKETBALL WITH ON TUESDAYS
RANDOMLY GOT ON WITH HIS GROUP OF FRIENDS
AND IMMEDIATELY STARTED TALKING
SHIT ABOUT HOW I PLAY BASKETBALL EVEN THOUGH
I'M 'BETTER' THAN HIM.
SO I TALKED BACK.
HE SHUT UP AND I TALKED TO STACEY AND HER
FRIEND MORE.
SHE ASKED ME ABOUT MY SHIRT.
MY STOP ARRIVED.
I SAID BYE AND GOT OFF.
NOW I AM IN MY ROOM AND
THIS IS THE LONGEST FUCKING
ENTRY I'VE EVER WRITTEN ON
THIS STUPID BLOG.
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4 comments:
i just found this googling myself, i like this poem a lot, good job
i found this because my mother thought that was a picture of me
i remember you telling me about this adventure. good job.
Thanks, Tao. Your image is invading SF. I get several questions about the shirt. Mike, we do look alike. Tell your mother I say hello. Karmicoma. Who the fuck are you?
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