Grown up things
by mrchrn
Increasing decrepitude
Has not improved my access to Grown Up Things
Specifically
Lock ups. Going to lock up in a Cortina. With a sheepskin on.
Freshly purchased pine tree fetish dangling from the mirror.
Fry ups.
Sunday morning with regret hiding on the belly of a hangover sheep.
Avoiding the Cyclops.
Everything seeming right.
As you look in an ashtray
And eat an egg.
Someone knocking at your door.
All of a sudden.
Coming in, on an astral glide
Of aftershave
Swearing a bit
For the kids
Then off to the back yard
The supergreen dungeon
Then maybe leaving down the back alley
After a whisper session.
Loneliness.
Loneliness in the form of a fridge. Or a razor blade. Fearing a foamy face.
Phone calls.
Pure unmotivated phone calls.
Oil. On hands.
Passing through somewhere concrete and not thinking too much about concrete.
A long nap. Full of blood. And guts.
Newspaper lying strangled to death on the floor.
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Author's Note
Realistically, this is a poem not a story. Right?
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Poem, story, whatever this is I love it.
Yeah, I guess it one wanted to get technical, it also has a lot in common with a shopping list.
Thanks Misti!
brilliant.
I like this very much, the menace in these things, is it working class grown up things, the horror, ugliness - it's all so bizarre, harsh, alien, mysterious. I love it. The whisper session - pure unmotivated phone calls. It makes me think of Phil Daniels - him doing these things - or someone like him.
Thanks Pen. Yeah, I am really getting into all of this working class stuff. I missed out on all of the post childhood period of working class. It's frozen in ice for me as I saw it as a kid.
Great final line. Many of the others are complex and wonderful, too.