26 degrees out as i peddle to work to save five dollars and twenty cents on bus fare
its like that
tears stream down my face as my eyes protest the biting winds
its only fifteen minutes but gloves would be a great addition to my getup
reminds me of the time i waited for my ex after work
we were "taking a break"
after a year of cohabitation, she made a power move
and there i was
roamntically waiting for her to get off work in the dead of winter
a little soused to soothe my lonliness
she comes out of work and gets into the truck with the barback
much cuter five years younger
because the roads are icy i follow them to her apartment
to make sure they get there ok
theres a parking spot, i pull in and wave as i get out of my little toyota
they jump in the truck and head off
i try to follow
and realize the spot is mostly ice and i am on a slight hill and i am stuck
five miles from home
a foot of snow
a winter wonderland at three thirty in the morning
as i am cutting thru the apartment complex i see a snow covered bike in someones back yard
fortuitously theyve neglected to secure it this winter and soon i am pedaling in the dead of night
buzz wearing off quickly as warm tears stream down my face
my hands are pins and needles halfway down a big hill
black patches of ice make steering a mistake
you slide on thru and hope for the best
death was not on the agenda that night
and the freezer held a half bottle of jaegermeister so i could be pins and needles on the inside too
ah, young love
it seemed to mean so much
words spilled from my pen in drunken squalls of scrawls
stormy, mean spirited prose of loss and pain
the only way to respond to the pain the world gives you
is to give some back
karmic pain equations
ruining some other innocent's love life
as you rebound thru them
the pain is transferred
shes a redhead
tries to jump from your moving car as you drive her home after the breakup conversation
the only reason you messed with her at all is she came into the bar you and your ex still work at together
with the lovestruck barback
oh the fun we would have
oh the emotional carnage
she came into the bar and flirted and i almost had to follow thru
then shes a victim
a lovely victim
a few weeks go by
and you have her by the belt
saving her life
as she tries to exit your speeding vehicle and you begin to question the strategy of doing acid and driving
the christmas lights were ever so twinkly
but the kissing was bizarre
and the breakup was poorly recieved
and she tried to jump out of the car and i didnt even give her any acid
i was keeping that for myself
and what is this some conspiracy to kill my buzz lately?
first on the bike
now in my little car
and for the second time in two months i dont die doing something incredibly stupid
because god is not ready for me yet
i have more work to do
down here
spreading the word
great works still to come
destinies to shape
people to mold and form into a new way to live in the post apolcalyptic hellstorm that is coming
with the global warming and the bird flu and oh yeah
the scary terrorists
i cant sleep some nights worrying if south philly is their next target
the mummers are such examples of american excess
men in feathers
and rhinestones
playing stringed instuments in the cold
the infidels
they must be stopped
they are an abomination to the eyes of the most holiest of holies
the bearded guy referenced them in his latest communication
in code of course
yup i live a life of danger
here at mummer central
the new ground zero
there is nothing that infuriates a radical muslim more that men in feathers
drunkenly dancing the mummer's strut
no instruments more foul to true believers than the accordions, xylophones and banjos that the mummers play as they walk the twelve mile route thru the city each new years day
but i love danger
i love living in the exact center of a jihadian bulls eye
im harry danger
my name is my life is my business
you got a problem with that?