Hyphen Me

Apr 10, 2008 - 22:32 PM PST

I think there may be a new psychosis born out of colloquial gestures mistaken for substance. Is your day filled with meaningful conversation? No, but when I get drunk I become embarrassingly open. . . . . . so said the secret-keeper. In all honesty I’m a liar looking for a confidant. “Dear sir, I’m brewing an interesting contradiction. Yes, I am aware the cost of feeding two is unwise, in this, our economic situation.” I am a hand-shaker, deal-maker. I am a love-miner, dream-finder. Hyphenated into that and mine waiting for Ms. Cleaver to finalize the divorce. The loser dots the “I” then disappears as stated in the one-and-only clause. Fuck it, a nine-to-five for peace and quiet, I’m sold on happy-hour knee slaps. But don’t tell me he’s not flying, I can see the strings too. I am a liar looking for a romantic, all the same, all the same. . . . . . “Dear sir, I’ve gone mad with the world. My somnambulism is trying to kill me so I’ve locked all the doors.”