self-destructive internet dreamboat #2

(Update-- 11:59 that same night.)


I went down
to the shit town
San Pablo street
punk rock venue
across from the burnt out fry shack

standing right outside
on a carpet of cigarette butts
was my suicidal internet dreamboat
I was about 76% certain it was her

she was very short
I pretended not to notice
her stare at me across the distance between us
as I wondered
if she had gotten the message
I sent earlier in the day

right before I came here
I was at Sam's house sitting
on the couch looking at
furry nudes
with his roommate, Jamie

at that moment
that was her--Jamie's
chosen method of procrastination

I have seen Jamie
on OK cupid, as well
though we have yet to talk about it

we looked at enormous
anthropomorphic
chameleon
breasts

they filled up half the whole screen
as Jamie's kitten
climbed into my lap
and began to clean itself

I guess I should stop writing
this crap
and go talk to my dreamboat