Axl Rose and JD Salinger
An orange red horse
and familiar mustard font
bled all over my shirt
"Is that Catcher in the Rye"
I nodded yes
He shifted his legs
Trying not to sink into the couch
He asked where I got it
I told him
And what was once admiration
was now condemnation
He sat up and preached at me
like fiery John the Baptist
"How many times have you even read it?" he accused
I lied but only a little
And he, like Caulfield, thought his gray hair fooled me
But I know I'm not a phony
He likes Axl Rose and I like JD Salinger
I would never ask him
how many times
he'd been to Paradise City
The Angel of Redlands
I sat in a too deep dining room chair
drinking a warm Corona
and asking myself
why bother?
I don't even like beer cold
Katy Perry was dancing
Like a fool
In front of what seemed to be
A heavily sedated crowd
Why don't they just broadcast the Ball Drop
and spare the "live" performances
of whoever was on the iTunes top 10
in September when they planned this debacle
"Hey guys, what-is-up?"
A not so eager voice
From a not so familiar face
I felt sorry she was dragged into this gathering of life long friends
"The plan is to get wasted and crash here"
My pity eased a bit
She is from Redlands right?
She works as a vet technician
I jokingly mistake it as a veterans technician
She casts the comment aside and makes a smart remark
like the joke was on me
I found it funnier now
than had she detected my sarcasm
She went on explaining her life
Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh
Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh...
Roughly translated
that was "I don't care"
six times in succession
She left us alone
and me to my cynical observation
Back to the brown couch where she made out like drunk people do
Unabashedly open and embarrassingly unaware
It looked to me like two sucker fish
With mouths agape smashing into one another
Before I left home
It was near 930
I lay in bed by the light of my desk lamp
Reading my new Bukowski book
and debating with myself what I should do for New Years
I think that was the most enjoyable part of the night.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
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