fuck it and the great yee haa

dumbshit muscle car

and that fabricated pregnancy

her side of town always had it right

he was a paper flounder

in the forest

gasping for air,

she kissed him once

it occurred,

tearing up blacktop

nowhere to go

his image would be born at 5pm

and he would not be there,

bottle shattered thrown from window

fuck accelerated with the engine

spit on fists and punch the wall

turning hard

smearing rubber,

breathing hard as engine idled

blue bra and panty serenade

shit he was a dumbfuck

turning to run,

her dad did not have a bullet

in the chamber of his heart,

returning at a slower crawl

only his mind raced

it was time

fish, art, nedia

a fishy story by judith clay
http://society6.com/judithclay

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Comments
  1. Misky says:

    “he was a paper flounder in the forest gasping for air,” this so caught my imagination, Chris. Nice piece of writing.

  2. aayoung says:

    I couldn’t possibly love this more.

  3. brian miller says:

    ha. her dad did not have a bullet in the chamber of his heart….you can hope, that is….ha

  4. claudia says:

    ugh…there’s a point when it’s def. better to swim away…a paper flounder

    in the forest

    gasping for air… ha…i like

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