Skip to content

File under jokey fragments, recent

December 10, 2007


In retrospect,
my life was tits and whiskey.
I’d be lying if,
on this late-November night,
I said I didn’t miss it a tit. I mean a bit.


I need to write more about other windows.
I’m getting bored of my own stories:
Yes, Antarctica, dishwasher blah blah blah.


I have sat imperiously, tie’d and jacketed,
in the lobbies of luxury hotels.
I have sipped coffee in Venice Beach hostels,
washed up from a firing.
I have mopped floors at the world’s bottom
and fallen before bulls.
I’m 28. I should have spread things out more.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Anonymous permalink
    December 11, 2007 3:19 pm

    Good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor. Maybe that’s where your focus should turn now, change it up a tit. bit.

  2. Jerome Fusco permalink
    December 11, 2007 7:46 pm

    1. Whiskey, bad. Tits, good.
    2. No, not so bad.
    3. No need to spread it out. Carpe diem, holmes.

  3. Anonymous permalink
    December 12, 2007 11:06 pm

    write more about tits and whisky, man. that’s where all the good stuff’s at. ice cold tits and whisky. or red hot tits and whisky. it doesn’t matter. cause if whisky doesn’t kill you, then the tits they surely will.

    someone sang that, or something like it, once or twice.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: