Sunday, August 30, 2015
he's just a burrito boy living in a world full of burrito joy. a tiny little boy who loves his burrito time the way he shouts it from the sidewalks i'm a burrito boy. oh watch the way he chomps his burrito, boy, oh what a burrito boy. he is so lost outside in the great big world with no one to hold him and comfort him like the way a tortilla holds together all that warm inner joy of the burrito oh the burrito boy is a lonely boy who makes a living pretending the world is a this or that ploy but oh the burrito boy watch him as he chomps his burrito oh the burrito boy living in a womb of burrito joy oh burrito boy oh burrito boy.
Posted by Joshua Turek at 11:20 AM
Friday, August 14, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
After my show I shared a plate of fish and chips with two pretty girls next to me at the thick wooden bar. We sat on our stools, high chairs. I joined them outside for a cigarette but didn't smoke one. I went back inside alone, paid for the food and left without asking for any piece of their share or of their futures.
I had a thought about a rainbow. I can't for the life of me remember it, the way it slid through. And you gotta be careful with the language when rainbows are involved, the cartoonish idea from a Lucky Charms commercial.
Fuck, I forgot.
Posted by Joshua Turek at 3:03 PM