Dull Day

by Adam Di Carlo

Just a dull day,
Walking on the beach on a cold day,
Eating old fish and chips
And watching dementia patients
Slipping over and breaking their hips.
Just a dull day,
Feeding dead animals in the zoo,
Listening to the Guinness Book of Records
Being read backwards,
Watching an Liver Stone movie being played forwards.
Just a dull day,
Talking about chalk with my deaf aunty,
Smelling plastic flowers,
Watching your friends committing suicide,
Jumping from tall towers.
Just a dull day,
Discovering a new disease,
Watching cement dry
From a small box with a hole in it,
Going to dinner with Oliver Stone
And talking about vomit.
Just a dull day,
Listening to your bosses mother-in-law
For 13 hours crapping on about her grandchildren,
Talking about her hormone problem,
Sharpening bayonets,
Trying to enjoy regrets.
Chewing 70 packets of gum,
Trying to paint elephants on your thumb.
Buying Mark Waugh's cricket gear,
Amputating your legs,
Alphabetizing your two CDs
Trying to get drunk on ginger beer.
Returning your library books on time,
Watching mime,
Sealing trains,
Training seals.
Fucking a dead dog,
Sitting by yourself on a log
Talking to yourself only to say
That it is just a dull day.

 

This poem is taken from Total Cardboard issue 5, and remains under copyright. For more information see www.totalcardboard.com