You should’ve seen Matt he said
not that I seen him — but my
youngest says there was blood he
swears dripping from his lips like
bar-b-q sauce after wing night
but he wasn’t eatin’ and I thought
it might just be from a fight but
no man in town could fight him and
ever come even half close enough —
I know we done this before and
I thought it was ended: but it
looks like at least one vampire
A blank sheet of paper, and a stubby pencil were all he had at this point. He should have brought a spare pencil. Didn’t his mother, or his teacher, or someone say something about space pencils? There was no pencil sharpener in the room. He sighed and looked at the writing prompt once again. Meaningless tripe, to be sure, but essential to his academic success. Essential, in the sense that if he went off topic, his standardized test score would be nil, and he could kiss any decent college good-bye.
You’ll be with him, you see.
You’ll be with him, because although I want the best for you
I cannot tell you softly.
My endearments cough themselves up from my belly,
love in the form of splinters and coal.
I can almost feel you wincing to hear them.
You’ll be with him, instead,
because although he doesn’t care,
when he reminds you of your worthlessness
the swears dripping from his lips like honey
taste better than my coal dust compliments.
The man swallows and opens his gob. His baby-carriage filled with the random detritus of his life has already been turned over and he’s climbed atop it. He bellows forth with a low, loud scream that’s more of a rumble and eyes simultaneously turn toward and away from him in that way that city-dwellers know to avoid the insane folks wandering the streets – looking at first because they’re surprised by the noise and vaguely interested in what his particular brand of crazy is; diverting their eyes in case he attempts to hit them up for money.
I’m totally obsessed with different interpretations of the same thing. Everyone probably knows this, as I keep harping on it. The latest manifestation of this obsession is this: Anyone who wants to — write a piece involving a certain line or phrase. I think it’ll be neat to see how the different authors can be inspired, particularly with a reasonably odd combination of words.
“swears dripping from his lips like”