Purple Piano, Pink Elephants

Your Best Friends Journal

by: Star Finger

A corridor left lifeless by mistake a single light drapes itself above you 

Miss Smack: (walking slow, quickens pace, does a gay little twist, slows down)

Miss Smack: (talking to herself) “I wish I was a blonde” (torched hands running through her long red dark hair) —continued walk, stride and the pace quickens.)

(A single drum sounds in the deep. Flapper girl, drummer boy)

Willy Nilly: (a drunkard by nature, middle aged,Botoxed, flawless.eyes like ice.) at Dee’s Country Cocktail Lounge

Willy Nilly: “Now, did I miss the part about…mmhhmm… the fat guy who eats ants while wrestling sharks in the Spanish caravan’s smoker’s garden. Yea the one who reads Bukowski at the bar.”

CUTS into Smack;

Miss Smack: “I just wish I was a blonde yea know like a real blonde! Double triple with a fanny pack, 6 kids, wino, married and divorced twice. “

Dr. Finger: “Every single of the damn children are addicted to speed and porn.

(The kids don’t stand a chance) (Vampire Weekend) plays over the intercom of this circus de frequey

After Miss Smack finishes her job of coming, walks her thrifty 5 miles of balls and chains, suburban neighborhoods, home she returns, places her keys, falls straight into the trash or bushes, burning up she rolls around all while gnats and gnawed at your feet.

Dr. Finger: “ She really did it this time, popped out another dandelion dandruff dandy popped a lip or two, Botox aka baby fat oozes covering the entire kitchen, what a shame.”

Miss Smack: “The tiles! Oh no not my gorgeous back splash!” Black and white now rusted with sea men and alien creatures on a hutch to get me ugly!

….and behold…..

paradise, on the ground she began looking up——

CUT into Willy Nilly

Willy Nilly: (still at bar,loaded) “Hey! Hello!?, Sir, Mam?? Helllllllloooooo? Hellll-oh!? Hey you?! How’s it going!?”

Dr. Finger (operation open heart, needs a beer, cigarette (men-thol) burns it vigorously puts it out, lights another, repeats X3, all while naked, large cocktails loom in the distance. A cock (large) crowd at the sight of his heart and baggage. No way to get through the checkpoint, a wristband is now required to get into any inside.

Dr. Finger: (Fumbles through a drawer) “I just can’t take this shit anymore, I should have been a dentist.”

Purple Piano: “Thee corridor gets closer, a nice fade awaits the drifters dreams, pink elephants laugh as you fall asleep, walking to a new scene.”