February 26, 2005
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A Bad Game of Twister
So, there I was just mulling over a few of my inner demons when I realized they’re just no good at Twister. Right hand on red, left foot on green – let’s face it, they never got it right and it just wasn’t fun anymore. Sure, Fear and Insecurity are some pretty scary characters but it always lessened their impact a bit to see them all entwined and pretzeled out on the mat. And Twomp (short for The Wreckage Of My Past) looked kind of silly with his stubby fingers, body all bloated with shame and guilt, listlessly flicking the spinner and calling the moves, hoping desperately that someone, anyone, was paying attention to him.
What is a guy to do? New demons are expensive and well, new. These old ones were broken-in, familiar and dammit, just plain comfortable. As is typical for a guy like me, there are no answers, only questions, and a never ending supply of them it seems. My fate, my lot in life seems to be a bad game of Twister, somewhat entertaining, poorly played and badly acted by an unsavory group of characters I never invited into my home, much less my head, but here they are. And they seem to have taken up permanent residence.
What can I say, another bottle of Jack, another cigarette, another day. Maybe things will seem different through the blurry eyes of a hangover in the morning. Too bad I don’t drink.
Comments (7)
try getting demons to play scrabble. talk about backwards!
-B
You need professional help!
I LOVE IT…. richard, you’re a funny funny guy! hehehehe
Richard, I salute you. : )
Yes, but being in love with a poet has many benefits…..consider the words of my ouchie-friend (that he left on my xanga after reading one of my poems).
“This is the kind of poem that makes me wish I were in love with a poet. I know, it sounds romantic, but it’s also pretty practical if you think about it. I mean if you write poetry, all you gotta do is read your lover’s work and boom! Well…I don’t know what will happen when the “boom” comes, maybe you don’t want the boom, but it’s definitely a window that’s pretty useful to have. The kind of window that let’s you see that stampede of Buffalo, that asteroid plummeting towards your house, or that busty girl getting changed across the street.”
Come on ragingrichard, don’t you like those kinds of booms?
very cool
yes…too bad. feel better hun.
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