Tuesday, 15 September 2015

every word

this matters.
it does because i'm telling you this
you don't have to believe me
hell, I rather if you didn't
but it's all true
every word.
i promise.

i walked down the avenue today
and saw a man with some bread feeding a pigeon
the pigeon kept eating and the man had infinite bread
and the bird got bigger and bigger and stuffed
then when the bird could not walk any longer
the man picked him up and brought him home
"dinner for weeks," he yelled at his wife.
she looked at that bird and asked,
"did you feed it the same thing you fed me?"

in the coffeeshop somewhere
a man talks about his father
but he calls the man "fratello"
this angers the father and his eyes wander
a gaze on a young girl near the fence
the father looks at the man,  his son, and asks "what is she?"
the son looks in his father's eyes
then looks at the bulge under her belt
the son shrugs and says "grande fratello"

in a back alley a hooker is giving a blowjob
to a man dressed in an Armani suit
the capital A
he's about to lighten his load
when he tells the hooker, "i don't have cash"
she spits in his face and pushes him to the ground
her heel in his testicles
she stomps them and leaves
the man raises his head and asks,
"hey can you do that again, please?"


stories distinctly Gg

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