i feel like poop
Here's another poem kids. This weekend was utterly worthless. I did not do nearly enough work and watched too much tv. In a lighter note, V for Vendetta surpassed my expectations. Though still far from a coherent thematic statement (in truth the book also struggled in this regard), the movie entertained and maintained the most important moments and characters of the book. Plus the screenplay didn't suck terribly. Anyways, hope all is well.
I
San Antonio, Texas
May 2, 2004: Gathered ‘Round the Fire Pit
I’m still tasting the burnt mesquite of chicken
on the grill. The fire pit is melting down
the stiffness of my drink and on the ground
their dip is splatting, steady like the nicking
of a razor blade against a windshield sticker.
Jason’s going on about the Spurs’ last blown
lead, but I don’t hear his petty woes
through the crackle, don’t see him past the flicker.
I throw another log onto the pit.
The cinders flare out haphazard and choke
invisible. The wind cuts in and writhes
the flame up like a flag. Their muddied spit
smacks loud. I stare into the heaving smoke.
I must believe there’s reason to the fire.
PS. Jason is not a reference to anyone i know. I took it from Jason Compson.
I
San Antonio, Texas
May 2, 2004: Gathered ‘Round the Fire Pit
I’m still tasting the burnt mesquite of chicken
on the grill. The fire pit is melting down
the stiffness of my drink and on the ground
their dip is splatting, steady like the nicking
of a razor blade against a windshield sticker.
Jason’s going on about the Spurs’ last blown
lead, but I don’t hear his petty woes
through the crackle, don’t see him past the flicker.
I throw another log onto the pit.
The cinders flare out haphazard and choke
invisible. The wind cuts in and writhes
the flame up like a flag. Their muddied spit
smacks loud. I stare into the heaving smoke.
I must believe there’s reason to the fire.
PS. Jason is not a reference to anyone i know. I took it from Jason Compson.