Best Christmas
Best Christmas
We huddle for warmth
in the secret cave of talking shit.
All the primitive paintings on
the cave walls are of the same
blank face, bald and thin-lipped,
with eyes like buttholes.
Outside, it’s raining
on the chupacabras in the brush.
“We should build turrets”
I say as if I have a plan.
“We should get a better accountant”
you reply, angrily peeling
the skin from a squirrel.
“And next time let me drive.”
“This isn’t so bad” I say,
“at least we have this box of books
which we can burn for warmth.
Isn’t it ironic? You, a librarian.
It’s like rain on your wedding day!”
Hearing no response, I
look over to find that you,
obviously sick of my shit,
have turned yourself into an
oak chair. Who could blame
you, really? Now, I am happy,
with a seat for reading, or
extra wood I can add to
the fire. “A place for everything,”
I say, opening my cantine of fortified
wine. “And every little thing
in its place.”
Feedback appreciated, I don't quite know what to make of this one.
Posted Jul 13, 2017, 5:07 AM UTC · edited
Some vivid imagery here dang. Flows a little strange but I dig it. The only real change I'd make here is to change the word butthole to something like anus, butthole just throws me off there for some reason.
What's the plural of anus? Anuses? Ani? Or is it just anus, like deer?
probably anuses, definitely not just anus
I think "eyes like anuses" has a fun ring to it, it could almost be the title (or a band name or something).