Friday, November 30, 2007

Get Away Before You Explode

Dogger Gone, Solid Gone

I'd like to feel you up, he said, and if not you, then someone else would do. What's your pretty sister doing? Or, for that matter, the homely one? I'm not in love and can't pretend to be. You got a sister who just likes to wiggle, or a mommy who used to be a bouncy busty beauty before everything went South, or even a pair of rubber gloves--I could teach you how to do it, it ain't hard, or rather, it IS hard and I got to do somethin' about it, can't you tell!!! I'm lonesome, lass, and I can't do a thing about it...well, there's that, but I avoid it because I might get addicted to it, you know, he said laughing, emphasizing the addicted until it sounded like ad-dick-ted, so why in the world did she continue to stand there with him, it was a big world, a big piece of beach and lots of people and if she waited long enough one of them cops in shorts would come along or maybe two of them, probably one to chat with while the other one did the arrest. Old crumb bum, she didn't know why he hung around like this, he often did, she never felt so naked as when he came out and stumbled over and glued his eyes to her crotch or made her nipples do little dances under her swimming top instead of just sitting there like they were meant to do, almost like they were trying to get excited, but how'd that be, she'd been a beauty back in high school and wasn't that far from it yet, so why's SHE getting stuck with this derelict who probably wanted to fuck almost anything female he saw. If she was like him, she'd want to fuck almost any man she saw, and that would be pathetic. So why tolerate Him?

"Goddamn, get away from me," she finally said.

He went away into some corner and most of the day just seemed to disappear with him. Nothing else happened, or at least no one could remember it!

3 comments:

  1. You've captured the intense focus, the angst and the unfinished weird emptiness of some sometime real life events.

    It's not a beautiful reality, but the writing is spot on.

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  2. Thanks. I think.

    The new dogs next door continue to bark relentlessly. I wish it was legal to beat their owners to death with a stick!

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  3. It's probably easier to teach the dogs to beat the owner with a stick. :)

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