Cactus Jungle (mom poems) O.K. Schwarz 2013 ~
for Albany, California
smile by brian wilson hey mom, do u know if theres any more pasta? you see, i cant find any in the pasta area and im hungry the sausage i moved from the freezer to the fridge is still defrosting and i doubt it will taste good, even if i cook it on the cast iron can you tell that i feel xtremely lonely in my underwear at 6pm? everything smells like laundry and youve been on the phone with your friend for an hour, so ive kinda just been chilling downstairs when i told you smile by brian wilson was my favorite album, you bought me a copy on cd. it was one of the saddest things thats ever happened to me. later i paced around the jungle gym for at least an hour
brokeback mountain vhs hey mom, i noticed a copy of brokeback mountain on vhs by the tv no, its not mine, i actually assumed it was yours no, to be honest with you i haven't seen it yet but im almost positive its better than crash do you remember the time we saw hidalgo at the oaks theatre and i fell asleep? afterwards i went across the street and stood near a closed bakery with some other teens that was when all the old streetlights in albany were being replaced by LED streetlights. yup, i had the balls to sleep through the whole movie and then ditch you immediately afterwards you paid for the hidalgo ticket. do you seriously not remember that? jesus, im so sorry i fell asleep during the movie
cigarette sister hey mom, sorry i didn't come home last night i was walking back and forth between the house and the pub until 3am smoking one cigarette that i kept putting out and relighting i ran into your daughter near subway and it turns out she wanted to drop acid and walk around by the waterfront which seemed like a good idea to me so i also did that mom, do you know how big the moon looks over san francisco? i turned into a seagull and almost drowned in the estuary
dog poem hey mom, remember how i bought you coffee at some point a few months ago? well actually could you spot me like 3 bucks for coffee this morning i feel like shit and i cant find my wallet the dog refused to leave my room last night so i barely slept i started hallucinating vividly at around 4am i travelled back in time to when the dog was born and i set it free years passed and it became a huge asshole somebody adopted it and then disowned the hell out of it once i saw it laying on the sidewalk near the BART tracks i wonder if it recognized me probably
the gap hey mom, yeah, im down to go to gap tomorrow ill probably be in bed with a book till around happy hour so just hit me up whenevs ive been thinking a lot about that psychic from the halloween party 23 years ago and ive suddenly come to the conclusion that im not going to be a lawyer so i guess we both know that psychics are bullshit now do you know where the gift card you gave me is?
thanks for reading Cactus Jungle (mom poems) words and photographs by O.K. Schwarz @okschwarz ok-‐schwarz.tumblr.com st 1 ed. copyright 2013