PURSED•CABLES
PURSED•CABLES
PURSED•CABLES

Sunday, January 24

once walking home through the strip mall and a man came from the liquor store with six packs bottomed of a long garbage bag and said how old are you boy

and i said 21 which sounds like a fake answer

and he said you better run off to school boy you like look you aint 15

and i cut through the grounds of an apartment complex for the retired

. . .

once walking home through the strip mall and a man came from the liquor store with six packs bottomed of a long garbage bag and smiled and we shook hands for longer than was probably okay

. . .

once walking home through the strip mall and a man came out with a six pack tied to a long piece of rope and he was dragging the six pack on the pavement and i said what are you doing

and he said combating 99.9% of bacteria

and i learned how and i never got sick again

3 comments:

feels said...

i like this a lot i like your blog in general too but i am on the first page, soon I will read the rest

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matthew said...

thanks, i think i want to write more like this, feels like a little of a dim something very large & immobile & mundane is redeemed somehow or not even redeemed but used up a little and appropriately, like fistfuls of ash ground back into soil, but then maybe it's just a bad air i'm blind in