Tales of Ordinary Madness
“she couldn’t answer right then. she finished me off. then we drank an hour or so. then I switched to the bunghole. Barney took the mouth. after that, he went to his place. I went to mine. I drank myself to sleep.
it must have been 4:30 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. it was Dan. it was always Dan when I was sick or needed sleep. Dan was kind of a commie intellectual who ran a poetry workshop, had a knowledge of classical music; he had a snip of a beard and always came up with these drab li...ttle quips throughout his conversation, and worse than that – he wrote rhyming poetry.
I looked at him. “oh shit,” I said.
“sick again, Buk? oh, Buke, he will puke!”
how right. I ran into the bathroom and let go.
when I came back he was sitting on my couch looking quite pert.
“yeah?” I asked.
“well, we need some of your poems for the Spring reading.”
I never showed at his readings nor did I have interest in them but he had been coming around for years and I didn’t know how to decently shut him off.MoreLess
it must have been 4:30 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. it was Dan. it was always Dan when I was sick or needed sleep. Dan was kind of a commie intellectual who ran a poetry workshop, had a knowledge of classical music; he had a snip of a beard and always came up with these drab li...ttle quips throughout his conversation, and worse than that – he wrote rhyming poetry.
I looked at him. “oh shit,” I said.
“sick again, Buk? oh, Buke, he will puke!”
how right. I ran into the bathroom and let go.
when I came back he was sitting on my couch looking quite pert.
“yeah?” I asked.
“well, we need some of your poems for the Spring reading.”
I never showed at his readings nor did I have interest in them but he had been coming around for years and I didn’t know how to decently shut him off.MoreLess
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