I was looking out onto the ocean there was a opera house
next to it. I was on a green grass hill
I notice the water rising like the tide.
Next I was down on a baseball diamond tryin’ on a player’s shoe. And then I was
back on that green hill the water was surging higher. I felt like I needed to
get the shoe, yeah two shoes on right before the water really came. Then the
hill that earlier was dry had water seeping over it. I looked up a huge wave as
big as god was breaking right above me opera house right up in the middle of it
half broke. And I thought well this is it the whole thing is finally over. Then in a basement of sorts green walls white doors corridors I’m walking
through them then up a short flight of stairs to a door I open it ground-level sunlight
a guy is crouching he’s got shaved sides of his head red sparsed with purple
four inch hair spiked. An older guy hands me a two by four, not a two by four
you see today, but a two by four that is actually two inches by four inches and
says kill ‘im, kill ‘im or he’ll kill you, or I’ll kill him, or I’ll kill you. Then
I woke up with a horrible whisky headache.
“When was the last time you used Joey?”
“This morning I ordered the stuff with NONchat as soon as I
woke up and it arrived around 9. The runner never delivers before 9.”
Sometimes when my shrink is asking me these questions I get
this odd feeling that I am getting bigger and bigger and he is getting smaller
and smaller and the thought, it’s not a ego or hate thing I’ve had this happen
to me before with gumball machines as a teenager. I don’t understand him at all
and he is completely befuddled by me.
“And how did you feel afterwards?”
I felt great, what the fuck does he want me to say? I was
all high watchin’ the Jets. Can’t believe I gotta pay a 30 buck co-pay just to
talk to this guy.
If I only listened to my mom after high school. Went to
college got a degree at the normal age. And then a post-graduate degree, maybe
another post graduate degree. Then I
would be here asking the inane questions. The wastoidism could have all ensued
after that.
Marc Pelligrini's favorite way to wind down after a day at the factory is huffing paint-thinner or sometimes gasoline, or preferably an aged blend of solvents and fuels giving off a smooth, refined, polished nose. Marc is a spot-welder currently residing in Roselle, New Jersey.