Saturday, July 9, 2011

Astral projection, or, pour your misery down on me

A can of pop, shaken, not stirred, top popped & every place flooded with a caramel fizz cumulus. It's still carbonated garbage, just differently tactile, & a smidge stickier. Neither lack of either/or (no dominant), nor extremes canceling (certainly no tonic), I don't know from where it hails, what it is, but this: floating up, looking down, seeing something new, uncomfortable, unlike the usual --


















-- that's bound to return, otherwise I'll have to repaint.

10 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Are you saying this is Def Leppard's parking space?
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Tom Harper said...

Uh oh, that's gang graffiti on the wall.

Randal Graves said...

if, someone's high & dry, and it's not even Saturday night.

tom, this new tactic of kindness is deceptively cruel.

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

The red paint is a nice touch but I'd have gone for that Smithereens album title... Especially for You.

S.W. Anderson said...

I sense the heat's getting to you, Randal. Good-quality rum and cola, lots of ice, can be a delightful restorative if sipped slowly and enjoyed in moderation.

OTOH, to just get bombed so you don't care how hot it is, chugalug Midnight Express until you hear lonesome whistles in the night, no matter what time of day it is. ;)

susan said...

There's nothing quite so delightful as a boy with his cans of spray paint and his template on a summer night. Keep up the good work.

Jim H. said...

Someone go off the reservation again?

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Time to send out a search party...
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Liberality said...

Anderson has some sound advice there for all of us suffering in this 90+ degree heat. If you get plastered who cares if it's sticky? :)

Randal Graves said...

karl of the österreich, what, no Scorpions? Why do you hate generic classic rock radio?

SWA, first, everyone assumed the Kynge's Brewe was spiked, & now it's one bourbon, one scotch & one beer.

Hey, who's whistling? Keep it down!

susan, I got tired of those Scooby-Doo Colorforms.

jim, hats for bats, keep bats warm.

if, folks, & the brains of Austrian refs, aren't considered missing until 72 hours pass, oui?

liberality, poetry is devoid in all of your hearts! Or you're just angling for a glass, & my gullet didn't save enough for the class.