haunted_comedy

THE GUFFAW YOU GAVE ME THAT DAY IN MOJAVE
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Thanksgiving is the horniest holiday
Short skirts made of antelope hides
Winking white panties woven from birch bark to absorb womb syrup on full moons
Cherokee pussy drool pooled ceremonially into purses made from bullfrog belly
Cheyenne girls crash-cleaning their cunts against the waves of the salty sea,
in my European company,
In my American room,
On a Black Friday,
offering my not-so-stainless steel hand to a nine fingered dime in the form of a DM.
I have written more than one thing about you
One thing for each time
Yet I’ve never known how to picture you naked till tonight, when you decided to swerve your birth-marked breasts right into my eye-line
Each black spot a dot of San Fernando sorrow running down your blue eyes like the Mojave desert fault-line
Where your great guffaw (that I’ll get to) ended
my not-so-new blue period
Komma, Jimmy.
painting four-letter names in girl blood,
offering fatherly fucks to bingers of bad luck,
delivering medicines of never-ending sentences,
incantational hammers,
terrible truths told by telephone,
Suddenly I’m stainless, suddenly I’m gold,
Suddenly, Last Summer by tennesee williams starring me and you done cold.
To some, blue skies look like black cats
Bringing bad luck back to Burbank in a big way

But I’ll ignore the bullshit they say about you
If you can do me the same
I’ll see the red flags in your blue eyes
The same way an old bull meets a new matador
whom he cannot help
but just
adore
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I never got to the guffaw she gave me that day in Mojave but its better this way cuz I have written more than one thing about her One thing for each day and If I explain the guffaw she gave me in Mojave I’d run out of things to never say. I’d HAVE to see her tomorrow and we’d have to rush into staging this whole freshly undamned play.
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