Sunday, December 25, 2011

AT THE END OF THE DAY

At the end of the day this day that day the next has pretty much very much come and gone and returned and vanquished tomorrow, oh, shit.  Another sharp pain in the front cover story getting peeled away to make way for the back pain back to the end of the day this day that day the next has pretty much very much come and gone and returned and vanquished tomorrow's next day afterwards for the place afterwards placing low energy below the bar where the chips fall where the crumbs fall where the rain strokes the sky and falls elsewhere at the end of the day this day that day the next has pretty much very much come and gone and returned and vanquished tomorrow with its returns with its nonsense numbly gargling blunted sense in this glass of wine that glass on the table at the end of the table at the end of the day this day that day the next has pretty much very much come and gone and returned and vanquished tomorrow can't catch up with it the glass dropping off the end of the table afterwards for the place afterwards placing low energy below the bar where the chips fall where the crumbs fall where the rain strokes the sky and falls elsewhere at the end of the day at the end of the table that extends for that without contrast without difference without extension without extending much else much at all all day at the end of the day this day that day the next has pretty much at the end of the day waited until the end for the pretty much hands that held hands that moved hair like a curtain much like a curtain pretty much like a curtain very much like a pretty dress curtain across a tidal pool of blue eyes that one waits until the end of the day to address that at the end of the shore melted into the sand and muddied hands indecisive hands held over a sink that waits at the end of the day this day that day the next has pretty much very much come and gone and returned and vanquished tomorrow can't reach out to the curtain for any additional performances of the cricket escaping the turning pages thickening gathering pages until at the end of the day this or that day where the volume and its leanings make way for the back where catastrophe forms and cancels out the cricket and cancels any additional performances without extension without contrast without difference at the end of the table at the last glance of the last glass of the last time returning and vanquishing tomorrow knocking off all else at the end of the table at the end of the day this day that day the next has pretty much very much come and gone and returning and vanquishing tomorrow and the next day and the next day at the end a later end and a dragged out end and a drawn out dragging through the cracks through the blinds through the recycling through the box-cutters and between yellowed teeth of sand and mud and rain that strokes the sky and falls elsewhere.  




- Max Stoltenberg

1 comment:

  1. Lol love the way that's written! Very engaging. Btw, nice to meet you and your wife :)

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