"Nice Day" It's another one about reading.
I thought there would be readers here.
"Nice Day."
A lot of things are happening around the world
and happening in patterns that if you read a book,
the book will point out to you, chapter
by chapter, the exact way the patterns are happening here,
and here, and here.
You can feel like you're learning something for a while,
but then as soon as you catch on,
you think if I keep reading this book is it just
going to be more examples?
Then as the book is rising and falling on your belly,
you see the light from the window, leafy dapples,
so pretty.
You feel a little lonely, but then you
remember that reading feeling of being on to something,
those early pages.
You pick it back up.
But now the book takes a turn for a paragraph
into a sort of rhetoric that pisses you off,
and that seems to give rise to another sort of tension
connected to loneliness because you're
afraid you might abandon the book for good
and all your hopes for what it might have given you,
and that just makes you masturbate.
The efficient orgasm is the most productive moment of the day,
because, apocalyptically, it has wiped the slate clean,
and no one will ever know about it.
What are you going to do now?
Most of the time you could go back to reading.
Some of the time, you fantasize about a ragtag group
of strangers thrown together by circumstance
who go on a quest for some orgasm big enough
to leave them wanting something different than they wanted
before.
Like what?
Gross food?
Ugly stuff?
Feeling like crap?
Not understanding anything?
All you do is lie in bed with no underwear trying to think
of something better and better.
In your next fantasy, you are lying in moist dirt
and leaves in exactly the same position.
In your next fantasy, you're lying in hot sand, but no book.
In your next fantasy, an old standby,
you're faster than all the animals.
Everything is burning in your wake.
You're truly awake.
The flames taking on the shapes of everyone
you've ever heard of in a herd behind you.
They're overtaking you.
In a last gasp you are engulfed.
It's the kind of thing that leaves real people scarred
for life"