The Kevin Spacey Eyebrow.

July 24, 2008 at 6:35 pm | Posted in prosepoemthingy, writing | 10 Comments
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this time, I swear, didn’t do it
nuh uh, he says, like some Kevin
Spacey eyebrow,

The scar above my left eye, caused by a flying ashtray, is now invisible amongst the laugh lines,

11.00 a.m. The kids are at school hopefully learning the human, curse you Walt Disney she mumbles and he is happy at work hunting some temporary advantage in a land of fast travelling jewels. His secretary is younger than her but she retains the advantage. She knew his gift such as it was, was only in his hands and she allows him his moustachios because it is cheaper than another Porsche. She still listens to Nina Simone on occasion but it is much rarer these days that she selects track 12, “The Other Woman.” She understands that every art must be tempered with a certain craft and how to make him enjoy the wait and afterwards a wake,

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