I use a typewriter (rewrites)

The door is open and the heat is great and the record player is playing and there’s beer in fridge… but not yet, and I’m not going to type very much tonight because that gets loud and this is my friend’s typewriter and it’s in his house and he said he got the machine for five dollars at some thrift store, and my last one was left here back then and it was the first time I was here, and I asked a girl who lives in Tampa where it’s at and she said that she sold it in a yard sale. I said that was mean because you knew I kept it here to get when I came back, and she said I was an idiot beatnik. I thought she loved me and was joking but she doesn’t love me and wasn’t joking, and after that well then…. she got in her S.U.V that has a broken sunroof and so that translated into a problem for her because she can never shut-it when it rains and her leather seats have holes and mold and fuzz growing like the seats are front lawns because the buttons are broken and sometimes it really lets loose and rains a ton in Florida…so good for her, and after she called me an idiot loser again she gave me the middle finger and drove to acting class, and so now I’m alone at this table and there’s a ton of dust within the organs of these old gadgets like us, and the typewriter is just like the man and the writer and the old wanderer that I am and the forgotten keys that are below my chin on the red cherry table look so tired and out of shape, and that’s why I’m cracking my knuckles watching the cat look at me, and that’s why I’m like a dentist and making sure each letter works and they do work and then when I see that they work….well that’s when I realize that I can still do this and well… that’s when I know it’s going to happen…but not yet…but soon…and for now we just need a cleaning, we just need to warm up; we both need to remember what we were made for. The typewriter and I share a symbiotic relationship, and it’s been awhile since we’ve been reminded about how much we need one another. It was just sitting here and I was just sitting there, and there’s plenty of dust within my head; there’s a ton of crud and dust bunnies inside of the guts of the machine full of lint and dirt and crumbs that are jamming up the heart of the galaxy twelve smith corona and this is the third typewriter that I have used in my life; the third machine that my fingers have walked across and so it’s going to take time before it can catch up with the way that I roll and flow my narrative and tales and legends of places that I’ve been. It’s going to take minutes and maybe hours to work up the necessary amount of strength in order to get back to where I was… before…just before I became covered in this kind of invisible but heavy dust that seep down deep into your soul when you’re meditating within the editing process, and this is more like it, this is the way I really am…. and this is when I’m happy.