Calvero's Blog, page 160
June 3, 2016
I feel like I am a moldy jello mould with very sharp things suspended in it.
iamhomeless:
Money. Fake tits.
Kim Kardashian.
Just because...
Money. Fake tits.
Kim Kardashian.
Just because you can touch
something
doesn’t mean it’s real.
June 2, 2016
iamhomeless:
I handed him the last
3 dollars I had
& when...
I handed him the last
3 dollars I had
& when he took the money
from my hand
he tried thanking me with his eyes
- he wanted to thank me
with his eyes -
but too much had already been
taken away from him
for him to do so.
His eyes were a kind feminine-blue
& he wore a skull cap
& the streets had groomed his beard
into a charcoal mishap.
I never asked him
his name
though.
I should’ve asked him
his name.
It would’ve been like
giving him another
3 dollars.
Probably more.
June 1, 2016
iamhomeless:
Happy 90th, Mmmm girl -
Sitting in a rocking...
Happy 90th, Mmmm girl -
Sitting in a rocking chair
that she rocked back & forth
like a rocking horse,
she spoke to me with the voice
of a recently, spotlessly cleaned
wine glass that smoked cigarettes.
Her hair was the color of singing snow
& her eyes were the color of sadness
doing a headstand.
I sat across from her in a rocking chair
of my own & we drank tea
& talked about nothing
& laughed about nothing.
Her laugh was like listening to a flower
trying not to laugh.
It came from the same part of her
that turned her rocking chair
into a rocking horse.
Happy Birthday, love.
Happy Birthday, love.
May 31, 2016
iamhomeless:
Whenever I catch people
staring at me,
I always...
Whenever I catch people
staring at me,
I always see a look of fear
anxiously biting its nails
in their eyes.
& as much as it hurts
seeing this look of nail-biting-fear
over & over,
I can’t help but inwardly laugh
because even though
I might look like Mein Kampf
walking through a spider web
these people will never know
I’m a million times more scared of them
than they are of me.
iamhomeless:
Show me someone who says
they don’t enjoy the...
Show me someone who says
they don’t enjoy the smell
of their own farts
& I’ll show you
a big, fat,
fucking
liar.
May 30, 2016
iamhomeless:
Her hair was the color of embarrassed
ketchup and...
Her hair was the color of embarrassed
ketchup and the way she poured cream
into her coffee reminded me of someone
petting a stray cat.
“Marry me,” I wanted to say to her.
“Fuck me with your blushing gentleness
forever.”
