mind junk and word vomit

April 10, 2008

My family took me out
to some steak house,
where an Asian man
threw knives dangerously
close to my head.

We sit
with a tanned girl
and her blindingly pale boyfriend.
And I’m trying
not to be too distracted
by her low cut shirt.

My aunt
gives me a card
that  played
a quote
from this show
she never stops
talking about.

It feels like
the birthday from when I turned six
but when I blow out the candles
all I’m wishing for
is for the day to end.

The hours drift by
and my cell phone
rings once in a while.
Someone calling
to ask if I’m drunk yet.

Around two in the morning
I decide to walk down
to the 24 hour Walmart.
The walk feels dead
with no cars to be seen
along the highway.

The zombies are in the store.
Some man with a baby, whose
tattoos seem to be dripping off over
onto the child.
And some kid I saw the other day
stealing camera film.

I pick up a six pack
and head home.

I walk into my backyard
where  my dog
is doing his impression of a gargoyle.
He sits with me as I crack open
the first can and stays until the last.

I stay out
until the sun comes up.
I go into the house
and start marking off the days
‘til next year.