What's Today?
An old brown rocking chair poses, recently carved, in the August heat like the outwardly oxygenless air that enmeshes it. A flannel drapes over the chair’s shoulders. It has perfect posture; a mocking standstill revives my own self consciousness. A multicolored blanket with various golf-themed images adds heat to the chair.
The Who adds entertainment and the fan from Sears contributes to my comfort. With The Who and a stationary rocking chair in my face, it makes me wonder if rock is dead. Long live rock! Keith Moon should have listened to Queen’s “Keep Yourself Alive.”
Two Heineken 16oz. cans tumble from my cutoff’s pockets, ricochet of a brass rail, and tumble over themselves on the glass floor. Reminiscent of Chinese acrobats or Russian ballerinas by way of Holland. The bouncing sounds like spoiled children in clogs stomping on the hardwood floor. They wind-up napping on a maroon, ripped throw rug. Sprawled out, it looks like a map of Minnesota. The beer stains mirror a Land O’ Lakes. Rough waters ceased to keep me away.
The Who adds entertainment and the fan from Sears contributes to my comfort. With The Who and a stationary rocking chair in my face, it makes me wonder if rock is dead. Long live rock! Keith Moon should have listened to Queen’s “Keep Yourself Alive.”
Two Heineken 16oz. cans tumble from my cutoff’s pockets, ricochet of a brass rail, and tumble over themselves on the glass floor. Reminiscent of Chinese acrobats or Russian ballerinas by way of Holland. The bouncing sounds like spoiled children in clogs stomping on the hardwood floor. They wind-up napping on a maroon, ripped throw rug. Sprawled out, it looks like a map of Minnesota. The beer stains mirror a Land O’ Lakes. Rough waters ceased to keep me away.
posted by Neil Kelly at 11:04 PM
2 Comments:
i dig it... especially:
"They wind-up napping on a maroon, ripped throw rug. Sprawled out, it looks like a map of Minnesota."
drink more heineken, write more.
That first sentence is too much, it's the phrase "outwardly oxygenless air that enmeshes it" but that last few sentences are fantastic.
Been enjoying the blog so far- except for that pic- that big white foot scares me more than the big red beard.
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