June 15, 2003

weekend thing

siting in my new blue chair,
the one corporate purchased for better back support,
i wonder why my friday 13th is everythingly odd.
cricked to the side
my shoulder/my neck has been tight
n' stiff since late last night
and i'm not even tense....
the hottest shower of my life did nothing to loosen the grip it had on my day,
and i'm still wondering what i did to piss it off. funny, funny
i will proly never know.
could have ended with a stiff neck,
lovingly got better with a chipped tooth.
a two pound bag of carrots/what a boring wounded story
o'great perforated bag, you were suposto rip on the dotted line
not pop the cap off leaving me lookin like an inner city thug.
but i'm not single, i have a man. so what does it matter
if i'm a snaggle puss/he's not going anywhere.
father's day is the day i'm to ring dad
and yet
i've got 6 calls before noon and i'm wondering
why the hell i gave him digits.
why'o why can't he be Sven the subway blonde king.
imagination don't work here,
cause Swedish gods don't love you like a pun'kin
or pinch your cheeks when they call you
peekie-pie.

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