i once threw a pepsi bottle through a trailer house window... and then a few months later passed myself off in a room full of phonies as someone sensitive and full of culture. it wasnt even a bad breakup, i mean, shit, ive lost it over break ups. stalked ex's threatened thier new boyfriends slashed a tire or two, but this time, with this girl, i was just happy to get out. to wash the taste of oklahoma out of my mouth. back in dallas they were all too happy to hear about my adventures in the bible belt not knowing that i had grown up there in one of those same trialers we had such a good time making fun of. i mean shit, it was cool to like willie nelson, but what if they discovered my earnest tubb collection? i once thew a pepsi bottle through a trailer house window and then crashed a car into a tree and then rode a bus all the way back to dallas to be with phony friends who were mostly from small towns like me, but could never admit it. once i was drinking a pepsi as i tried to pack my shit into a car i was soon to wreck into the side of a cotton wood tree, when this girl, whom i had allways thought of as boring and safe and unimaginative opened the window of her trailer just enough to yell out: your a goddamn phony and you rape art in the name of hedonism! the truth hurts. but not as much as a pepsi bottle speeding toward your face at high volecity in a perfect tight spiral. i missed her face by an inch, and instantly i was glad i did. the truth is a dangerous thing. wars have been fought over the merest scrap of truth. revolutions waged. nations have crumbled because of it. and she has probably replaced the window by now.Birth sign: Taurus
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