Thursday, September 19, 2013

poem of the day 09.19.13


my heart
is like a sewer

but i’m trying to read
karl ove knausgaard anyway

there’s this scraping noise
coming from his computer

it sounds like a three-car pile up
at rush hour

a ceaseless ripping and tearing of metal

i put the book down
fuck it

and start thinking about the finer points
of committing murder
when the noise suddenly stops

he looks at me
confusing the glower
with a general curiosity

and says
that was a shark eating a metal tank

before going back to his computer

where it’s cute cat videos and laughter
until we’re at the end of the train line.


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