Bobby Threesticks
“Two fibonacci truths and a lie to myself”
I
used
to play
games online
but in my thirties
I began to realize slowly
that not only am I unable to match the youth
I’m not welcome in the space, should hide my face, an elderly man forgetting his place
=
in
my
lifetime
i’ve hardly ever
spoken my mind true
it took about thirty-one years
and the sweet benevolence of anonymity
for me to carry forth the courage of saying what I truly believe about life
=
untitled prayer
I’ll take number five to place in the fourth
and number three to win
thanks Paul, wish me luck?
yeah
fuck you too
see you later
I sit down on the wet aluminum bench
water stains my ass
I don’t care
who do I have to impress?
all the other regulars know
this is my race
and if I win it with my ass soaked through
then all the sweeter
Horn sounds
gate drops
dust flies
RUN YOU PIECE OF SHIT
no one can hear me
not even myself
for a moment
I have hope
hope that I can be someone
hope that the other guys see me win
hope that I can buy a round at the bar
hope that I can gas up the car
hope that I fucking die
hope that I never come back to this fuckin place
hope that I win just one
Bobby Threesticks is a fungal superorganism consisting of many angry men attempting to maintain a facade of self-control. When not taking long walks on the beach, he enjoys foraging throughout the greater Boston area for momentary glimpses of self-recognition.
