Monday, December 06, 2010

mccxcix

Au Revoir, Toilet Paper!

                           in fact
          he lives to be remembered
          and remember himself

                          —Steve Carey

Beethoven ate my salad and my quiche. I mean
I don’t remember eating any of it. Is that like Pilates?

I like that scarf or at least the lady wearing it and
I forgot to Rogaine this morning. Satellite dishes

at the academy. Last night was fun, though; drank a lot
of blood and sand after spending an hour with a murderer.

I think it’s because she’s wearing a red jacket. What is it
about dogs low to the ground? Dogs wearing red jackets?

Do you find yourself evacuating the conversation like a
blond in the wind? There is, perhaps, a vague resemblance.

I’m so sorry we missed the concerto for piano in the
green section. Where wouldn’t I wear that scarf?