Two. Too. Tooooooo. Whatevea.
Oh my. THAT'S the name of my next piece. It's about a guy who can't leave his sweltering apartment and has eyeliner samples sent to his address.He idolizes Penelope Cruz, ya know the woman even speech therapists can't understand.... He warms the free eyeliner pencils w/lit matches and laffs out loud to himself and posts incendiary things to others on various discussion boards.
The first 4 stanzas are taken up w/his anger at forgetting to order the right proscuitto that day that he usually enjoys eating straight from the package as he posts his acid tongued rants and accusations. So he wears a blue scarf instead of the red that night. He ties it so cutely in a sailor knot so the knot stays on his shoulder...if he doesn't move fast when he throws his head back and laffs w/a certain guile at his own posts. He lives in a studio apartment w/no a/c and the windows are painted black except one single pane of glass. He etched a circle in the paint ( a peep hole if you will) w/his Lady Schick so he can see into the apartment across the alley into the apartment of the object of his love and also of his hatred.