“Fight Club Redux”
--aka “it’s your own damn fault if it’s spoiled; the movie’s been out for ages”
in the darkness, the grass glitters
with crystallized condensation
when i walk outside to let
my dog make her mark, as though
the stars vaguely luminescent
in their spheres had fallen to earth
frozen, their heat lost to predawn chill
later i watch Fight Club for the
n-th time, catch myself thinking
how very very nice it would be
to have a friend like Tyler to hang
around with on shitty nights in
a shitty house, or sharing drinks in
a shitty bar, but without the assault
--gut punched by metaphor alone
imagine a friend, even imaginary,
that’s always there through thick, through thin-
ning nights and thinning hair,
trading jokes and insults and
guttural laughter no matter
how many times they’ve heard each
clever wordplay, each dumb pun
someone who listens--does not simply wait
for your part of each conversation
to end, someone like Bob to hug you
with his big-ass bitch tits, or Tyler
with his right hook to greet you.
3D Virtual Reality’s
got nothing on the brain. We can make
ourselves believe, we make ourselves
believe anything - - - -
even that the stars glistening
in the darkened blades of grass
are beautiful despite my canine’s warmly
flowing contribution melting
them before their time, readying
them for a sun they will never
see just beyond that horizon.
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*I recently rewatched Fight Club, and though it’s not exactly a Halloween-themed movie, I thought it was close enough for today’s post. Happy Halloween!
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