: EVERY MOMENT IS LOVELY, YES :

{ squab }

Because it is so easy to be difficult and because when someone says red I hear numbers. I count the drips on the side of my cone. Children play in the park and the swing sets squeak. I always say that.

A new sentence came to me last night while I was sleeping and I repeated it over and again in my dream to memorize it. I forgot it as soon as I woke up. I remember that it was the second greatest sentence ever written but that is all. No, I remember that it was about a woman. That is all I ever write about. I owed her more than I gave and I like to be near things but not a part of them.

I sit on a bench and listen to cars pass. An attractive mother in tight jeans holds a tiny hand and I imagine the child being pushed out of her vagina and I imagine the mom being fucked the night of conception and I feel a little bad for thinking about that, or at least for admitting that in my brain there is shit like that.

At home, I put a chair in front of an open window and sit with my back to the world. The curtain strokes my face and neck, the breeze in my hair feels nice and I close my eyes. Cars beep. Motorcycle engines rev. A bus grumbles. Kids. Swings. Ice cream truck. I open my eyes and look out the window. A pigeon jabs its beak at something in the street that is so delicious the bird has lost its fear of death. Several cars almost hit it and it does not fly out of the way. It just struts to the side, the car barely misses, its feathers ruffle in the whipped air, and it struts back and pecks.

A plane flies between a star and a silver toenail clipping of day-moon just above the trees and I stare until the sky makes the blue it only makes just before dark.


~O~

31 x like a billion = how much I love you:

Snuggles said...

10/10 no question.

~otto~ said...

Let's snuggle

xTx said...

holy shit, pretty much

~otto~ said...

You can snuggle, too. Group snuggle. And let's hold hands in the park and look at hot moms. I will write something on my phone.

gamefaced said...

damn.

swine said...

i won't snuggle. but i'll join you ogling hot mums in tight jeans.

~otto~ said...

gamefaced, thanks

~otto~ said...

swine, this is a really good idea. Let's wear hard hats and construction boots and whistle, too.

swine said...

together, we shall set back the Women's Lib Movement to pre-Steinem and pre-Friedan days.

gamefaced said...

hey fellas, you best get to tearing it up this women's liberation is bullshit anyway please give me a reason to quit this 'work' shit i belong at home, keeping.

'sessesh.'

and fuck monday.

~otto~ said...

What's women's lib? And where's my dinner?

~otto~ said...

And I also want to fuck Monday. Bitch it hawt.

gamefaced said...

mother's helper cocktails and whatnot. we's a fragile breed.

~otto~ said...

I've never had a mother's helper cocktail. What's in that?

gamefaced said...

valium. vodka. cranberry juice if mommy's a lightweight.

Kevin said...

I never remember the awesome lines I think of in bed either... thankfully the computer is right next to my bed and I just lose sleep.

Maybe I need a mommy's little helper.. yummy.

'nones'

~otto~ said...

gamefaced, mother's helper sounds way way good. I want Kevin to dream about it and write the sentence to end all mother's helper sentences.

TC said...

Otto,

The lost dream sentences, the scary imaginings of conception, the encroaching shades of night that yield the only blue all felt like coming home. Always sorry to have to leave a beautiful place.

~otto~ said...

Tom, it is a blessing to receive you comments. You find simple ways of illuminating my own writing that I had not been consciously aware of. Thanks.

HOIST DAT RAG said...

"A pigeon jabs its beak at something in the street that is so delicious the bird has lost its fear of death."

Gut-punchingly good.

~otto~ said...

Hoist, you are kind, and I bet you are not afraid of death either. Or pigeons.

HOIST DAT RAG said...

HEY HEY NOW, WHOA MAN. Let's not get crazy here. Those little fluttery fucks will take the head clean off your shoulders if you make eye contact.

~otto~ said...

Or at least poop in your eye or mouth -- especially if it's open.

TC said...

Life's so unfair to mouth breathers.

(If it's not the pigeons it's the nocturnal attacks of "reambia".)

~otto~ said...

And we can't even fly!

Matt DeBenedictis said...

Hells to the yeah. FOREVER.

~otto~ said...

Matt! So good to see you, sir. Forever and ever amen. Good luck with the thing. I will cook squab for you when you get hungry.

Wyatt Junker said...

Sometimes I stand outside ob-gyn delivery rooms and as the women moan to push out their little Hodgie, I stroke my bone.

~otto~ said...

That is a fucking brilliant idea. I know what I'm doing the rest of the afternoon today, tomorrow and, hell, the whole rest of the week.

sarah said...

TODAY I READ YOU PROFILE AND YOUR INTEREST SAID
"just the tip".

I laughed so hard and then had to tell you.
I think I love you EVEN more than I did....which doesn't say much because you're great always!

~otto~ said...

Sarah, I'll take all the love you'll give me and want more -- but never more than the tip, I promise. Well, maybe more. Who knows? It'll be a mystery we will have to unravel. Have a great weekend. I know mine will be great no matter what, thanks to you.

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