Two bullets in the TV…

You fill up my senses,
like a night in the forest,
like a mountain in springtime,
like a walk in the rain.

“S’music fucking sucks, right man?”
“Samatter? You don’ like conversa’in’r somethin?”
“Jesus, man, I’m just tryina make a connec–jesuschrististhatfuckingthingreal?”
“Okay I’m gone! I’m gone, don’t freak out on me all right, I’m gone!”

Like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean,
you fill up my senses;
come fill me again…

“Hey, handsome… you waiting for anyone?”
“Hey you, you’re way too good-looking to be staring at a glass like that…”
“Don’t feel like talkin?”
“Well shit, fuck you then!”

Come let me love you;
let me give my life to you.
Let me drown in your laughter;
let me die in your arms.

“Ain’t you had enough?”
“Eh, s’your liver.”

Let me lay down beside you;
let me always be with you.
Come let me love you;
come love me again…

“What’s the name of this one? John Denver, right?”
“Yeah, Annie’s song.”
“Why’s it fuckin playin at noon on a Wednesday?”
“Bit of a tradition, you might say.”
“Hah. Losers.”
“You don’t have to drink in here, son.”
“You refusin to serve me?”
“Looks like I am.”
“What kind of fucking place is this? Goddamned rotten son of a…”
“Play it again?”
“Play it again.”






  1. Trent Lewin Avatar

    Getting into tone poems are you Jones? You have a sneaky way of breaking my heart. It feels good, and bad, and everything in between. I adore the dialogue in this, but it’s the bits in between that speak right to me.

    1. Catastrophe Jones Avatar

      Oh, Lewin. Not much of a John Denver fan, are you? 😉

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