Postscript to the Bobby Casanova Story

Danny Puts a Bow on It

 

Shortly after submitting the statement above, Bobby spoke briefly with several new arrivals about some ideas he had for opening a chain of bingo joints in the Empty Place, wrote a brief letter of apology to the universe, and violently disappeared into the Nothingness.[1] Beelzebub, who was not in attendance, later remarked, “Bobby had a big mouth, and maybe he was a little paranoid, but he was pretty entertaining for a lowlife psychopath, and I’ll remember that little t**d every time I take a dump.” 

For what it’s worth, you should know that neither Bobby nor his crazy sister “Cupcake” had much of a chance for happiness in your world. Their mother’s on-again-off-again relationship with their ape-s**t father fell apart when the kids were little and the old lady took to the bottle big time. It was none too pretty, as she eventually sent the kids packing, and a new useless dude moved in as lord of the manor. You may think things like that don’t happen much, but I can tell you that they happen way more than you could ever care about. In any case, here’s something “Cupcake” wrote. Paris thought it should be included because he regrets not having given her a bigger role in the story.

 

The Girl Who Came Out of Nowhere

 

I came out of nowhere, and from what I can tell,

This is pretty much nowhere, too.

 

It's amazing, though �" All the fanfare

And serious drama that unfolds,

With all its shock and tears,

 

And no one seems to know a thing about it.

 

There was this nasty b***h who said she was my mother

And this other useless dude who seemed to wish I wasn’t there.

 

And then, there was this funny boy who grabbed me by the ears and said,

“I’m your brother, Bobby.” He made me smile like crazy - Almost too much!

 

But then, I got sent to a hospital because I had a nose infection

And had never been warned that my nose could go wrong -

But Bobby stayed by me and told me his whole story.

 

Before he left, Bobby threw himself at me

And said, “I love you, love you, love you,”

Even though I’d never see him again.

 

Maybe that’s not what happened, but it’s what I wanted to have happened. And I guess what we want from Nowhere is never the same as what we get.

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[1] Paris imagined that a desirable state of nothingness could be achieved by any “conditionally damned” individual who expresses some degree of shame about his life and accepts responsibility for his actions.

 

Author's Note

This piece is a part of my revised work, previously posted at Allpoetry.com. It is from a book in which some of the entries are written in prose or poetic prose.