the linguistic anomalies of south american tribes

you talk so much that most people don't notice how you never say anything. you're alive with the glory of never being called out, outspoken, speak up. don't mumble. tumble, babel, tumble. pick a language and stick with it. are you ignoring? are you flooring every new fish you fish for? complements to your wardrobe, confidence stokes your bedposts. holds your mattress off the floorboards. keeps your eyes locked on the scoreboard. five concussions? try for one more. watch your head, watch your head, watch your headboard rattle. it's still missing chunks of wood, right? in lines that would match the ones you'd find on your back if you could put your eyes in the back of your head and look down. look up "hookup" in the dictionary and rethink whether I qualify as an easy fuck.

you called me cheap. fixed up your jeep. left me alone for two months and wonder why you can't sleep.

whatsit

this is a perfect day for packing a bag and getting the hell out of dodge. the only problem is my undying need for stability / that "common-sense" my mother gave me / my superegocentricity. who needs dictionaries. who needs maps or budgets, i've never been a fan of research. my hair's still wet and my clothes are dry and it's time to take a trip. (good) college students only do (good) drugs because we're promised this other world when we get here and find out that books are just books and papers are just papers and no matter what kind of new connections you make, you're still in fucking clarksville. or chattanooga. or massachusetts. anywhere is the same as everywhere and it all periodically smells like sewage.

i guess i'm a little disillusioned.