ANTAGONIST 01

It’s a good day to fall into the sky like trees. A good day to get all weepy & wretched at the ass crack of dawn, in advance of your daily woes & hazards, as a life hack. A good day to quit your job & embark on a spiritual journey soundtracked by ambient horse songs. Get it? It’s a metaphor or an allegory or whatever the fuck. A good day to be hurled into traffic by the memory of small romantic gestures. A good day to be on my phone, awaiting your reply like a delinquent. A good day for slowly becoming a luxury in private. A vague sense of nothingness beating me about the head & shoulders is how I often like to start my day & this is a good day for that. A good day to beat me to death with hope’s blunt instrument. Don’t be deceived by my skeletal frame. I can take a beating or three. I’m experienced. A good day to front flip into the void. A good day to cuss at the sky like a musclehead. A good day to dabble in spicy distress. If you can’t stand the heat… well, heck. My apologies. Dancing airily around sincerity while in the company of others is my fun little pastime & this is a good day for that. A good day to drag my alcohol back to my nest. Every day I wake up in my own bed surrounded by myself, jittering & mumbling & declaring, I’ve no memory of this place. That's poetry for you. Well, this is a good day for poetry. Go touch a pine tree. I am cresting the softly undulating hilltops on my way to spit in your heart & this is a good day for that. I have henceforth chosen to dedicate body & mind to the noble yet underappreciated art of fucking my life up completely & this is a good day for that. A good day to hide my face like a snake. I mean, yes, I love you, but I will be doing so from over here. A good day to speak with the dogs in private. A good day to guzzle it all down at once & savor nothing, like a bozo. A good day to have hard feelings if I damn well please, thank you very much. A good day to scream down your throat. You’d better watch out. I’m going to scream down your throat. You’d better say sorry, you punk. You cad. Repent! We have business, your throat & I. & it just so happens that this is a good day for business.