PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

"Hello Jackie, what's happening in the fry joint this late Wednesday afternoon?"



And Jackie reaches subtle way down beneath the counter so i only know she's moved by the twitching of muscles on face and extracts a porcelin pistol then fires unflinching into my guts so i'm bent over and pouring myself out all over the well-soiled shopping mall tile while bored matriarchs and race city kings look on with the detached bemusement of the faithful couch potato lapping at reality TV effluent from network ditches "but that's not the point" she is serious "I only wanted to have your undivided attention for a moment while I recount to you the story of your life that's seventeen years long now.  you know the networks would never go for that.  a seventeen year story would be cut down by attention spans shorter and sharper than you could ever fathom, so listen up while you've still got the air to spare.  I edited it, see?  I'm a creative liberty sort of girl.  and you know that if you stick with the the story and shrug off all those scaly skinned peeling memories and imagined whisps of should have could have would have, you haven't got a fuck of a lot.  They won't stand for much more than thirty seconds of you sitting at mope in a sweltering room or playing your guitar to empty auditoriums where the rats might puke at your feet if they've had enough to drink so you can slip off the stage and get everyone halfway interested again.  Work on it, honey?"



Amd with that she blows my brains out in the craziest dripping smithereens you ever saw.