November 9, 2021

the sunday muse #185




the drunk asshole next door just started throwing furniture, which means it’s nine-thirty-ish and i need to brush my teeth and get to bed, i don’t wear a watch, which makes the drunk asshole next door somewhat useful

now he’s throwing bottles against the wall which means i need to leave my shoes by the door, make tomorrow’s lunch and wash some dishes, It must be nine-forty-three now cause he’s screaming out the window, spitting his nastiness, but it’s in spanish, so it sounds like the most heartbroken thing no human being should ever have to sing

which reminds me, as it does every night around nine-forty-nine, i need to buy a guitar, not any stick with strings, but a pawnshop guitar, something once beloved and then throw away (something that sings and screams and cries in a way no human being could ever comprehend

but always feel, and then wail-away the night with my drunk-ass neighbor) we must be closing in on ten-o-clock cause the cops are pounding on his door, and the only mystery is will they haul him to the drunk tank or can he talk his way out of it, i find my earplugs and crawl into bed, look at my alarm, it says eleven

and i’m confused

then remember i forgot

to adjust for daylight saving, good thing the drunk asshole next door keeps a tight schedule 


posted for the sunday muse

10 comments:

  1. At least he is dependable?

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    1. heh, very true... watches are dependable, i could just by a watch, and then move =)

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  2. I love this so much—especially bringing in your own, lovingly used, guitar. I like to photograph pawn-shop instruments and lust a touch over their beauty, before I go home empty-handed, save my camera art.

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    1. i really do need a guitar, but i'm about to have foot surgery, and just had hernia and gallbladder surgery and still paying for those, money is just too tight right now for that. i'd love to see those photos... you should post them =)

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    2. Thank you for telling me this. Gall-bladder inflammation, surgery, and recovery is a nightmare. I hope you have someone to take care of you. Again, I will be praying.

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    3. well thank you, yes i have everything arranged so i'll be ok. i have surgery on dec 1st

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  3. I'd like to call this a human document, but that sounds way too pompous. It's a classic example of pure prose poetry, and frankly, no one can do that any more so it's got that raising it up, as well as the insight and empathy people seldom use for those other than themselves. Can't say enough how much I like this, Phillip--it's a bitter dose but, there--that's the soul of reality, with the sweetness of understanding to even out the taste.

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    1. "insight and empathy people seldom use for those other than themselves"

      ok, good, i was hoping that would come thru, poem is still kinda rough, wanted to have a bit of a range, light disdain, light indifferent, some humor, and true empathy. thank you joy =)

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  4. Love the streaming vibe .. fits well with the timeline …. Cheers! Stay well.

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  5. There are some things that you can always rely on, even if they are unreliable. Love this Phillip!! It is always a pleasure to see you at the Muse!

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