Sunday, September 18, 2011

day139

Benny kept asking me to stop breathing his air last night. I tried to tell him it was ours to share but he insisted i was stealing his. That his was more important than mine because he could convert CO2 back into oxygen. I then blew smoke in his face and told him to make like a tree. How a forest began to grow in my apartment is beyond me. A few seeds and some spilled water turned into a jungle and now i struggle to see the forest for the trees. My perspective has changed so dramatically i start to wonder if i have become a tree myself. i check my feet for roots and hands for limbs and notice ive started to sprout leaves. I try to step back and lift my feet from the ground but im anchored. The jets. Ba-ba-ba-benny and the jets. Once my friend, i trusted him and he betrayed me. While i slept he grew slowly, knowing i wouldn't notice a inch at a time. Before i had time to stop him, it was too late. It is too late and i wonder if i have the strength to cut off one of my own limbs. Betrayed by my friend. If i had an ax id chop him down. If i had an axe id chop myself free. If i had an axel id be a car. If i had an axis id be round. And if i weren't a tree i wouldn't be stuck in the ground. Is it cannibalism to smoke weed?

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Day 138

The angle of death came to visit me in my sleep and promised me three times. i fear i know what comes next. Its the fear known that i know now that will never change. I try to move but the waves are too strong. The floor is like a lake, water up to my neck. The kitchen is a blur of pots and pans and pot and pants and plots of plants and i really should have just ordered out. or in. or in and out. and over and under. I am down and out, like jonah...but he survived so then why can't eye. i go under water to look for my car keys but find only kelp and dirty cash floating around my underwater home afloat above the ground. Am i sinking? Am i floating? I can't kind find my way up and i can't find my way out. I realize i've been under water now for days. My hands have webbed but I still can't find my keys. I guess i won't go into work today, not like this, not as a fish. this is my water grave. buried at sea. noble.