11.12.08

“I Am Jack’s Bloody Wanting.”

I stare at Fight Club
Ed Norton and
dream
of being
the blood
on his teeth

He’d have
that grin
and there I’d be
rusty and warm
in his busted mouth
rolling around
and around
on his tongue
like wrestling

Perfectly fine.
Perfectly happy
to be spit onto the
basement floor
still warm from the fight...
still wet from the sweat...
smelling of fried chicken

4 comments:

xtx said...

OMG! THIS WAS THE BEST POEM EVER! FIGHT CLUB RULES! I COULD WATCH THAT MOVIE LIKE 3 TIMES IN 4 DAYS AND THEN HAVE SOMEONE MAKE ME A CALENDAR OF IT FOR 2009 BECAUSE THEY DON'T SELL THEM IN THE WORLD AND THEN I'D BUY 12 COPIES OF THE DVD TO GIVE OUT TO THE POOR CHILDREN AT THE SALVATION ARMY CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL!

THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS POEM! I UNDERSTAND YOUR OBSESSION, I MEAN, LOVE OF ED NORTON AND CHUCK PALAHINIUK!

Ani Smith said...

Dude I have been selling my ass for a calendar-making machine, don't you worry your pretty little head about it.

xtx said...

ani.
an avid reader of mine is FUCKING MAKING ME A FIGHT CLUB CALENDAR!!!! WHO SAYS THE INTERNET CAN'T GET YOU MONEY AND PRIZES?!?!?!

so stop selling your ass. (Unless you like it too much to stop...then keep on doing it and write about it and email me those writings so i can proofread them only, not think about them with my hand in my pants...just proofreading)

jereme said...

i liked this