04-04-2014, 02:35 AM
I have no running water, remember? Except the water that runs out down by the woods from the washing machine in the house where I use the computer. My uncle used to live in my room, an old barber shop converted into a storage room, then converted into my room by building an extra room, a closet. I won't work a real job because I was brought up to be anticommunist, so I don't believe in the proletariat.
A girl made my stomach big, more than one girl really. But I can't just pop a baby out and go back to normal, no matter how many wormed beer shits I take. Men have stomachs; women have bellies. That's all the difference.
My room is haunted. By me from when I lived there years ago. When I came back I didn't recognize the place. There were Nirvana posters on the wall. Alice in Chains. Pink Floyd, even. Now there's nothing but a portrait of Anais Nin, and a bookmark with a quote from Edgar Poe, that Poe's great great nephew gave me when I used to turn the air conditioner on at the Poe Museum in Richmond.
Anyway, that's the vibe behind this poem.
A girl made my stomach big, more than one girl really. But I can't just pop a baby out and go back to normal, no matter how many wormed beer shits I take. Men have stomachs; women have bellies. That's all the difference.
My room is haunted. By me from when I lived there years ago. When I came back I didn't recognize the place. There were Nirvana posters on the wall. Alice in Chains. Pink Floyd, even. Now there's nothing but a portrait of Anais Nin, and a bookmark with a quote from Edgar Poe, that Poe's great great nephew gave me when I used to turn the air conditioner on at the Poe Museum in Richmond.
Anyway, that's the vibe behind this poem.