I don't pretend to know
how it feels to lose a child
to spend all that time thinking
this was going to be it
and then to learn
it's not
I don't pretend to know
what it's like to lose a parent
to living loving and learning
from them
only to realize they're human
they'll die
and you will too
I don't pretend to know
where it is ants come from
how they hide
and what they think
I don't pretend to know
where it is we go
when it's all said and done
maybe somewhere
maybe nowhere
who cares?
I don't pretend to know
what forever feels like
then to be left
then to be left
then to be left
I don't pretend to know
these things
but I wish I could
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Locks
Struggle. Struggle. Struggle — and, there we go.
Alright, alright. We're in.
Unlocked that door, noooo problem.
Oh, Pontiac Grand AM, you easy, easy bitch.
Good god, this car is a mess. What the fuck? Why? Why, girl? You eatin' Chex Mix in here. That's a mess, a mess in the making.
Oh, dang, they're all smashed up all up in your dashboard. Girl. You dirty mess.
What?
What are those? Gees, come on.
Leaves? You got leaves up in your car?
Please. What the hell, girl? Come on, now. Between the peddle and the behind the peddle? Really? How can you push on the gas, girl? You've got hella strong legs. Smashing those leaves, making them all little. Girl.
Let's see...Whatcha got in this car? Chex Mix, god there's so much of it. Three bags? Get more food groups, geez.
Arm rest. Opens up easily. No brute ass force necessary.
Ok. Holy water — well, so much for that working. Dumb.
Alright, what else we got?
A cord. A long ass cord. Why's this cord so long? Where's it going to?
Follow, follow, follow the wire...and it just goes to nothing. It's a broken cord. Great. There is nothing in this bad girl.
Ah, glove compartment, how could I forget?
Open that shit up.
Cool cool. No lock. Smart chick, is what we got here. Knows if these doors just flick open, why bother locking anything else. Why bother locking them doors at all, huh? Anyone can get in those doors if they want to enough. Can't keep nothin' locked up. Nope. Not from me. You really can't.
Nothing's really yours at all.
You try to protect yourself, no dice.
What we got in this glove box. Some hangy dice? Why aren't these hangin' on this mirror, girl? Huh? Let's hang these. Woop woop.
Alright. Lean back. Nice seats. Not leather, but soft. What is this, micro suede? This not micro suede.
Feel like I'm on a futon. Could just go to sleep here. Maybe I'll go to sleep here. Can't take nothing of value, might as well take some nap.
Just close these eyes of mine.
Pass some time.
Pass.
Time.
Pass.
Time.
Pass.
Time.
Alright, this is weird. Get out of here. Close these doors. Start to walk away. Oh, can't leave without taking at least something. Search that back seat real quick.
Three bags of Chex Mix? She won't miss one. Take the cheddar.
Alright, alright. We're in.
Unlocked that door, noooo problem.
Oh, Pontiac Grand AM, you easy, easy bitch.
Good god, this car is a mess. What the fuck? Why? Why, girl? You eatin' Chex Mix in here. That's a mess, a mess in the making.
Oh, dang, they're all smashed up all up in your dashboard. Girl. You dirty mess.
What?
What are those? Gees, come on.
Leaves? You got leaves up in your car?
Please. What the hell, girl? Come on, now. Between the peddle and the behind the peddle? Really? How can you push on the gas, girl? You've got hella strong legs. Smashing those leaves, making them all little. Girl.
Let's see...Whatcha got in this car? Chex Mix, god there's so much of it. Three bags? Get more food groups, geez.
Arm rest. Opens up easily. No brute ass force necessary.
Ok. Holy water — well, so much for that working. Dumb.
Alright, what else we got?
A cord. A long ass cord. Why's this cord so long? Where's it going to?
Follow, follow, follow the wire...and it just goes to nothing. It's a broken cord. Great. There is nothing in this bad girl.
Ah, glove compartment, how could I forget?
Open that shit up.
Cool cool. No lock. Smart chick, is what we got here. Knows if these doors just flick open, why bother locking anything else. Why bother locking them doors at all, huh? Anyone can get in those doors if they want to enough. Can't keep nothin' locked up. Nope. Not from me. You really can't.
Nothing's really yours at all.
You try to protect yourself, no dice.
What we got in this glove box. Some hangy dice? Why aren't these hangin' on this mirror, girl? Huh? Let's hang these. Woop woop.
Alright. Lean back. Nice seats. Not leather, but soft. What is this, micro suede? This not micro suede.
Feel like I'm on a futon. Could just go to sleep here. Maybe I'll go to sleep here. Can't take nothing of value, might as well take some nap.
Just close these eyes of mine.
Pass some time.
Pass.
Time.
Pass.
Time.
Pass.
Time.
Alright, this is weird. Get out of here. Close these doors. Start to walk away. Oh, can't leave without taking at least something. Search that back seat real quick.
Three bags of Chex Mix? She won't miss one. Take the cheddar.
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