12 December 2009

the shadow on the ceiling looks like a crab

norman invited me over for dinner

it was raining so my socks got wet

he said he wanted to make me dinner

lord knows norman can't cook

norman made peanut butter and honey sandwiches

he thought he would be fancy and serve it on toast

he pierced the thickly sliced white bread with the poker

norman held the bread over the makeshift fire he had made in the fireplace

he offered me some brandy

lord knows peanut butter and honey tastes best with brandy

the sweet strong brandy stung my cracked lips as i sipped it

he tried to tell me stories about the stuffed birds on his wall

norman had named the birds after the characters from 'animal farm'

the burnt toast was a perfect housing for the viscous honey

as i bit into the sandwich the honey gushed out onto my chin

it dried in my beard and created a rough sticky surface that reminded me of grout

norman handed me a dishrag that had dried tomato sauce on it

i wiped my chin with the wet red rag until the grime was removed

norman took the dishrag from me and dimmed the lights

lord knows he was always planning something awful

good thing i had a few glasses of whiskey before i came over

dinner with norman always ends in blackouts

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