Jim Yoshii Pile-up Monotonologue
(There’s three homeless guys on the corner watching me
walk my dog, but they know I don’t have any money so
they go back to talking. And there’s a strange blue
glow in the houses- commercials with three images per
second, MTV-style. And the houses with black windows,
I’ve convinced myself that they’ve turned off the
lights and they’re standing at the windows watching me.
So I stop and stare back. But now my dog is eating
something rotten off the ground, so I turn around and
take it out of his mouth.)
High below the freeway
with my faith in your hands,
I could learn
not to breathe
if I have to.
There’s a feeling
in my ribcage
and it starts
in my head.
And it hurts
when you take someone
in the bushes.
Oooo, I know I could lose you.
Oooo, I know I could stop you.
When I hold you,
I can’t get close enough.
Mark my words
for a thousand hours.
Or I could run
for a week or two
with someone else.
