I’m allergic to all the moral corruption that has rained down upon me last few years (sneezes) and Ive become misanthropic. I used to hike in high north Jersey trails and now I drive past them. I used to ride my bike into golden Summer sunsets. Now I’m just fat. I used to write deep dark intelligent poems but now I’m happy.
“I’ll be back you son of a bitch!” I yelled at the blog, and really meant it!
But before I could turn around and revive my imagination forty-five thousand spam emails flooded the inbox. My doctor said you better GO to that referral and said fuck you I take 2000 milligrams of vitamin C a day.
My football team has lost their way, the dog died, Frank tried to kick us out so Kryha bought the place. As she was gathering all her money, loans and signatures she told me I’m a broke loser and that I just exists in life. Just loafing around waiting for tomorrow.
Last night, on the first day of the year 2020, I silenced all the Polish loud talk to make an announcement. NO. Kryha and I are NOT getting married but we did purchase a new mattress from Macys!
She tore down all the flowers and ripped up the gardens. She blew all the leaves into the street. The cold winds still slap the wind chimes and I can hear them buried under warm blankets two rooms away.
I started so many creative endeavors but the hard drive crashed.
The DNA’s of a thousand people sleep in the back seat of my car.
Gwendolyn: Are you going the right way?
Driver: I’m following the digital path thats been sent from space.
Driver: I’m following the GPS. Rutherford. Union Ave.
Gwendolyn: yes. It doesn’t look right.
Driver: At this time of the day, the long shadows can create optical illusions.
Driver: My sister had a doll named Gwendolyn once, a long time ago. Maybe 40 years. She still has it on a shelf and brings it down for tea sometimes.* (looks up at rear view mirror)
You kinda look like her.
Gwendolyn: Your sister?
Driver: No. The doll.
*None of my sisters ever had a doll named Gwendolyn. Nor kept any dolls on a shelf after 40 years.
So … Yeah, I’m BACK. Amiright?