panty panty scumcatcher
so everyday when i walk to school, i walk past a pair of ominous black wires dangling from a pole; probably a power line, and even though it looks inactive, i suspect it to be a live wire.
i walk past the dangling, exposed wires everyday. They are at my eye-level. This provokes imaginings. They are thus:
i walk under the lines this time instead of around them and since they are at (my) eyelevel, one of them strikes my wide-open glazzball and I AM ELECTROCUTED THROUGH THE EYEBALL ELECTRICITY RUNNING FROM THE EXPOSED WIRE END THROUGH THE CABLES CONNECTING MY SIGHT BALLS TO THE COMMUNICATION COMMAND CENTER AND the eyeball expolodes into a gummy bubbly jelly and I CAN SEE ONLY ELECTRICITY, CAN ONLY THINK ELECTRIC THOUGHTS. the smoke pours out,through the tear duckt of my other eye.
i probably scream, but am too caught up in the moment to be really self-aware.
i lied about there being imaginings, there is only the one imagine, but it's a doozer and a half.
eyeballjelly. glazzy on toast. earwax on rye with melted haveahearty cheese.
the other day
i picked my nose and it
started to bleed. this is the natural bleeding cycle of the nose;
your body's way of telling you
to cut that shit out. you are too old to pick your nose.
growing up growing out out growing up growing