clogged drain last summer
last summer
i don't remember much
except
some weird short man
an alcoholic from Egypt
who drank kiwi vodka energy drinks
talked with a soft effeminate voice
clogged up my drain
with his curly dark hair
only ate potato chips
then left the wrappers on the floor
lived in my apartment
I had nightmares about him coming home
late at night
when he left
i put on gloves
and removed a giant
weird
short man
hair clog
from the drain
I tried not to gag
I think
that's pretty much
all that happened
posted by Anita @ 7:50 PM
6 Comments:
this poem is going to give me bad karma.
oh wow. but it's (imo) so good, and i dare say (in the spirit of constructive criticism) than the one you posted on alfa.
not too pretty goo(d)
this is by far my favorite of your works, miss sh(k)arma.
I know, the one I posted on ALfa is absolute shite. Thats why i asked for criticism.
This one, well.. just tells it like it it. maybe thats why you both like it?
it's a true story. almost. hehe
i like the gentle stuff, too, but i'm more interested in the dark, sometimes gross, maybe even creepy, humour. like when you create a character that is disgusting but completely lovable. or maybe it's a way of seeing things, like in your "smelly jungle pillow" or the "slow road ro recovery" - in those, you really take the good with the bad, and both are okay...
Yes, the amalgamation of good and gross get reconciled.
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