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mynameismud

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I really liked this, so I thought I would share
« on: December 30, 2014, 03:28:36 PM »
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/2555118/a-little-safe-place-to-come-undone
oh no.
i completely checked out.
misplaced my mug
and i bumbled about in the dark
looking for her.

i was in a cemetery recently.
sharing a bottle of wine
with my ex-high-school-sweetheart.
we are all grown up now.
40 and battered by life.
the trails behind us,
oh they have left their mark.
addiction and afflictions, ours.

she solicits pharmaceuticals and i make a hack of everything i do.
we both madly appreciate the classic arts.
life is busted up, in a sling.

but who the f*#k are we to care?
i told tiffany that she was a warm
ghost from my past,
and as she shivered i offered
her my bouldering pad
which we respectfully couched
against a child's gravestone....

an old down sleeping bag
in the 'old town cemetery,'
thrown over our legs
and wine inside, we looked down upon
our town, and emboldened our conversation.

we got to talk of our daughters.
of their eyes and their songs.
oh my gosh mine have such strong wills.
her's too.

then we got to talk of suicide.
why not?

i told her recently i put a gun in my gob
and pulled the trigger.
in this very graveyard,
"old town cemetery."
only i botched the layout and swallowed
the handle, with the muzzle pointed out
into everything.

as such, i lived and everything beyond me perished.
it fell to a crumpled mass, with it's essense looking
for a destination.

since i was the only warm entity near by,
it mistook me as heaven
and stood at my gates.
sheesh, i'm no jesus but i accepted
my stage role and stood up straight.

come on in. one. all.
bring your cars. turn up the music.

so the whole f*#king world inverted,
and i became the center of the universe
and thus felt a little bloated.

little tiff, with her gorgeous blue eyes,
her white-white hair, her worn skin
caked with makeup and her lips quite invitingly red,
looked at me with a strong curiosity,
as i shared my crazy dream with her
on that blanketed crash pad;

a child's gold-rush spirit cries beneath us
because his pioneer parents were
buried 100 miles away... 1859.
she was about to kiss me but i
saved the moment by
speaking to the child in the dirt
basement below us and told
him that i accidently killed
the wrong side of me
and now i'm heaven so
come on in,
"what do your parents look like?"
and i hope to reunite the family...

the crying ceased and the kiss
misses its mark, softly anyway.

my troubles briefly became pleasant.
an owl down the hill
retorted his melancholy dissent.

bats? sure, why not.
no stars. a very chill night.
some whores having it with the firemen
in the station tower beyond.

a little lou reed on her i-phone



and suddenly she's gotta take a piss.
i aint about to send her out alone into
the silhouetted pines,
so i light her way and hold her hand
and she has on peach colored lace panties
and they slide down over creamy thighs,
and i look away.

i'm sorry that i killed my world.
and that i stand alone now.

for the rest of the evening she gives
me her ear and i make
poetry out of my tragedy.

and she admires my emotional preservation.

at the end of the bottle,
and at the bottom of night,
she asks me,

"how is your wife?"

by the Norwegian on SuperTopo
Here's to sweat in your eye