summer ice

This is a prose-poem. I think i have a destruction obsession at the moment or something, at least in an abstract way.

I will plow down your house

I will plow it down by running into it twenty three hundred million times times

I will pretend that I am in a car having multiple horrific car crashes

I will think

“This car crash is because I swerved to avoid hitting an oncoming Canadian moose”

“This car crash is because I swerved to avoid hitting a pensioner but I still hit the pensioner”

“This car crash is because there was summer ice”

“This car crash is because of a car crash”

This will be okay

Each time I run into your wall I will shout “fuck you” at your house for being obstinate

I won’t be angry, this will just be for effect

Your house will realise that I am only shouting for effect

 

After I run into your house twenty three hundred million times

It will collapse

It will collapse out of tired frustration

 

You will arrive in your driveway and see your house reduced to a pile of debris

You will be angry at me

But then I will tell you that I plowed down your house out of love

You will see this and you will be happy

 

You and I will set the debris of your plowed-down house on fire

It will be beautiful

We will dance around your burning possessions wearing gas masks

And we will shout “No more history no more history”

 

You will ask me “Did you plow down your own house?”

I will say “Of course not. I need to live in my house. Do you think I am an idiot?”

I will laugh at you because you are stupid

You don’t even have a house anymore, how can I trust a homeless person?

 

Then I will go home to my own house

I will watch an hour of TV and go to sleep in my bed

I have new linen blankets on my bed

They are really nice but you can’t have them

You can’t have them