Much Love

don’t let anyone fool you into thinking that there is a downside to giving too much. just be careful that you are taking care of yourself along the way. if you’re doing that, your heart can be a greyhound bus, my friend, taking lines and lines of future funeral guests in and throwing them gently wherever it is you want them to go. let me make myself clear. love more. if you are at all like me, your plateaus are your valleys. your high points are painful because you realize damn, we’re not gonna get a lot higher than this. but you will.

i am not one to prescribe to the christian devotion but i do believe in heaven. to scoop up some beat philosophy i wanna tell you that if you’ve got the bricks and the smile you can start to build a staircase to heaven right now. just remember – the feet go on the top side of the bricks.

look, i’ve been scared shitless this year. my anxiety, especially lately has been through the roof, but i think that’s largely because i’m not letting it win. i hold it true that at my core i am an introvert but i love people too god damn much so what i’m learning is how to be a buoy in a sea full of people. i’ve gotta be. i was given the gift of air so i can’t stop filling these life rafts, and you. you’ve got way more things going for you than i do. anyone who resorts to rambling as a profession like myself really has but one job and that’s to tell you that you can do anything. anything other than writing. unless you’re a writer too in which case we’ve got coffee. it’s not always warm but it’s mostly free and once you sit down at the alphabet piano and feel those synapses firing in your fingers, you’ll get it.

there’s not much to get. the television will tell you there is. the internet will tell you there is. a massive self-help section at the old timey bookstore will tell you there is. that’s fine. none of these things are innately bad. but really what it all boils down to is it’s all love. and not just a little love. much love. what i have for you is much love. so eat off my plate. sit across from me at my table. get on this here greyhound bus because there’s space for you. there’s space and there’s much love. Yes.

 

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2017

Exquisite Corpse

when we kissed underwater
in the mouth of the whale
and the dead christmas trees
were put up for sale
and the Japanese salesmen
they pushed us around
and they tried to get us talking
but we didn’t make a sound
we were so stuck in love
like some gum on a shoe
but it got to the point
where the truth wouldn’t do

when we kissed in the ocean
in the mouth of the beast
and we showed up so late
for your mom’s bloody feast
we got lost in the back
of a honda civic dream
and we thought we would dance
but it came out a scream
so we left for the country
of a closed broken door
and i said that i love you
and you called me a whore
and i knew you were right
thought I did have my doubts
as i washed your car windows
and wiped lipstick off my mouth

so we kissed in a desert
for the strange passerbys
and they threw out their cigarette
which i always despised
so i shook my big fist
and you rolled your eyes back
to the dark of your skull
and you never came back
so i left you alone
with an old red balloon
to float off wherever
away from your doom
and i came home and slept
for a couple hundred years
and i woke up a cockroach
i woke up in tears

it was strange and dramatic
and it cut like a knife
and i don’t think i’ve ever
had more fun in my life

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2017