Calvero's Blog, page 181
October 18, 2015
people are a flock of self-absorbed, stupid birds sitting on a telephone wire and you are the car parked underneath them that they are unknowingly/knowingly shitting on
The world would bea much better placeif people spentmore timealone.
The world would...
calveropoetry:the elephant in the room at my mother’s 67th...
the elephant in the room at my mother’s 67th birthday party was a complete dick
by Calvero
Rich will be eulogized by his cup of coffee
Rich sits alonein the McDonald’s dining roomand picks up his small cup of coffeeand...
If, for afterplay, you wanna be freaks and throw on our wrinkled clothes without showering the smell...
If you really want my beard to smell like your pussy for weeks, just say so.
If you really wanna get a hotel room and fuck each other like we’re the last two days of...
if only i weren’t going
straight to hell (me, Marilyn & Richard playing strip poker)
My idea of heaven is sitting around a table and playing strip poker with Marilyn...
October 15, 2015
10/15/15
Standing outside of 805 Third Avenue, waiting, the...
10/15/15
Standing outside of 805 Third Avenue, waiting, the cold slowly turning my nipples into small, crystal swords.
A yellow cab pulls up in front of me.
A girl who looks like heel snapped off of a stiletto gets out and walks to the back of the cab to grab something from the trunk.
She doesn’t pull out what I expect her to pull out.
She doesn’t pull out luggage. Or a large purse. Or shopping bags from expensive, designer stores.
She pulls out a weed whacker.
She throws the weed whacker over her shoulder like a Union solider and walks inside the building behind me.
I’m left outside, cold, waiting and alone.
But, even if just momentarily, completely in love with life again.
