Invidrion: Where did our chili go? I thought I put it in the hamper.
Celeste: You did put it in the hamper. That’s hardly the place to put chili.
Invidrion: Well I thought I was gonna come back for it, but then I forgot.
Celeste: And I was the lucky one who found it when? Six hours later?
Invidrion: What’s today? Wednesday?
Celeste: Yeah.
Invidrion: So you found it two days after I forgot it there. You’ve been slacking on the laundry.
Bleak entertainers’ glee
leaks all over the stage
as the freaks peak
in their social development
and the geeks tweak
while the Greeks seek.
You robber baron bandits
have nothing on our scheme!
You lack significance
in a most crucial way
and you make up for it
by burying that invisible hatchet
you claimed was a mile away
at the time. Now you
[you of all people] can’t tell me
I’m just being paranoid this time.
You know damn well
that I’m your equal
and there’s nothing stopping me
from declaring mutiny
and shipping your saviors overseas,
never to be seen again by Western eyes
(good riddance). We all take a sauna
and throw down tequila,
as is the style at the time.
Our cultural awareness steps forward
and mocks itself ruthlessly,
as I’m sure you know.
Oh, come now.
You can’t say
you didn’t already know
the state of our adolescent trek
through the Everglades of public opinion.
We’ve all known this for years at this point,
and it’s time you come back to reality.
How many times now have I seen a mirror just sticking out of the side of the garage? I told you that the garage was not the place for a mirror to just go sticking out in broad daylight. There’s a sun out there, mister. That sun can reflect off this mirror and reflect a beam of fiery wrath back at that dead tree over there and toast that puppy. I will not have you just putting up mirrors all willy nilly, as though you’ve never been trained in the fine art of mirror hanging. I will not stand the disgrace to our craft, and I sure as hell will not pay for the damages caused by that fire to the property. Our insurance coverage isn’t half as good as I thought it would be when we signed up, so I’m pretty sure this family would end up in financial ruin. Your brazen attitude is just what we don’t need to see in this world, and I would like you to clean up your act.
There’s nothing here
for me,
and I really can’t quite stand it.
It’s as though my skin
is tearing itself
apart at a subatomic level
and I’m sitting here
on macroscale
just wondering when all my atoms
are going to pop away into oblivion.
I can at least say that I’m trying to understand your situation, can’t I? It’s not like I’m just throwing a life preserver from the edge of the dock and telling you to swim in its general direction. I mean, I’m practically carving a canoe from a tree I just chopped down and hauled to shore.
Oh, by the way, all I could find for chopping and carving was a crappy old serrated kitchen knife. I hope you’re happy. Look how miserable you’ve just made me and tell me that you don’t find any satisfaction in that.
WHARVED 