The Glory of His Angry Eyebrow
I lost all of my movies. The police
sirens remind me of this fact.
Honesty, with all its smoke and
mirrors, is what I am trying to
tell you.
Let’s get high and argue. This
sense of belonging is important.
I will crawl around on my hands
and knees looking for contact
lenses (which I don’t wear)
while you throw the camera
out the door (along with yourself).
Anger is important. I get dizzy
eating a cheeseburger and fries
reliving it.
Getting back to the anger is
where peace can be found. I am
short-tempered but rarely angry.
Does this make sense? If each
morning I clip the hairs that have
grown wild upon my face (ears,
nose, eyebrows) I take two solid
minutes to look at my sogged-
over eyes and recount one
angry moment,
the day’s primary problem is
resolutely solved. Peace and
happiness forever.
