FREE DRUNK | PUBLIC
by Dan Hoy on Feb.19, 2011, under Uncategorized
PUBLIC
I’m in public. I’ve got that pulsing thing in my right temple. I’m basically tithing 90% of my thoughts here. I roll in with this fishbowl feeling and head straight for the people who look least drunk. Someone tries to strike up a conversation but I’m being really standoffish. Everything feels translated into Sanskrit. I’m like retarded and operating remotely. I think about staring hard into a mirror someplace private but it’s like there is no bathroom only a line to the bathroom. Some people I know are floating around like a Greek chorus so I bail. Try to hail a cab but I can’t even deal. I’m walking south toward the bridge eating an energy bar splashing bottled water on my face. I feel the sky pressing down like a positively charged void. I feel so sick. I feel impossible. I feel like after-birth.
February 20th, 2011 on 8:08 am
[...] I’m like a new machine tied into the factory. I’m so gone I don’t know what that means. When I lit this cigarette the sun was shining, and forever it will be. I inhale to every dream that’s ever been had. When words combine with other words the new sun forms and I am forever. There’s two dudes next to me but they don’t know my name. It’s okay because in life these things don’t matter. My boots make me two inches taller and I only have fashion to blame. When somebody called my name I nodded and then continued to drink. My nostrils flare like a new life. I’m not having it. There’s nothing I can disagree with right now. blog comments powered by Disqus /* [...]