Little Screens
I…
You’d think they’d have a name for the moment when a good man, after a life of proper deeds, is actually ready to commit murder. For when the unforgettable letting go that sees him envision a throat crumpling in the might of his own hands instantaneously comes to life. I’d call that moment “now”.
I wnn’t…
From the second balcony in this hockey arena, your precious, shaky cell phone video of Bruce Springsteen performing ‘Rosalita’ is going to look like an underwater aquarium shot filmed in outer space, dude. That blinding little screen is what gets me. It’s like Hell’s beacon crying out for one last soul. And right now I’m plenty open to fulfilling its request.
I won’t* do… (*Auto correct -Click to undo)
I’m not interested in if that makes me sound psychotic, all’s I’m really interested in, is you putting the phone down Mr. Kubrick. No one is going to watch your little film. In fact, I’ll probably delete it to make room for me filming your death, and then burying you and that wretched piece of technology with you. The fools who stream their lives away, I swear…
I won’t do anything stupid
Because they’re everywhere now, right? You can’t go anywhere without the glow of one of those little screens deteriorating your eyes, mind, and in fact, your soul. You’re afraid of being alone, right? The present just drives you batty, what, with all it’s potential and promise. Let’s just stare at Facebook a little bit longer. Maybe then you’ll discover your true purpose.
I won’t do anything stupid tonigght
If you’re not going to do anything with your life, why not let me waste it for you, in my own special way. Do you think your parents will feel guilty? You know, for raising such a bum? What if you were inside of a little box, because they didn’t have the guts to instill better values into you? Hmm? How would you feel then? I hope it makes you feel like the lowliest human that ever sprang from a mother onto this fertile soil to grow absolutely nothing.
I won’t do anything stupid tonight*, (*Auto correct - Click to undo)
But…but I can’t do that. This is fucking stupid. I’m sorry, man. Maybe if you knew loss; maybe then you wouldn’t take this life for granted. Ya know? The only one I ever hurt is myself. It’s why I live with this guilt. If I had just taught her to be more responsible. If I had just said, “honey, be more careful behind the wheel.” Then maybe that text message wouldn’t have ever have been written. And then, maybe, God, I wish it were true, maybe then my daughter wouldn’t be dead.
I won’t do anything stupid tonight, daddy…