The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf

The Overdraft

This is the title of a Warren Zevon song that I had in my head yesterday for a reason you can probably guess.

I had a little girl now
We crossed the state line
It was more than just an overdraft
We were looking at time

Of course, crossing the state line with a little girl now carries heftier penalties than it did in 1982, the year Asylum came out with The Envoy, Warren's only studio album that has never been released as a CD. (There's also a live album, Stand in the Fire, but that doesn't bother me as much because generally I can do without live albums, even though in it Warren, undoubtedly higher than Sputnik, yells "Get up and dance or I'll kill you! And I got the means!") The point is, while there is never a convenient time to run out of money, it is particularly annoying to run out of money when you are also out of coffee filters, because then you have to use paper towels instead.

Something else that was in my head yesterday was Allen Ginsberg's poem America. This was one of the poems in the slim volume that I carried around in my coat pocket through high school, partly because I really like the poems and partly because my crazy astronomy teacher, Mike McMurray, once informed the class that Howl is apotropaic -- that is, that it wards off evil.

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956.

This isn't just the poem of my bankruptcy, it's the poem of my whole experience at this office, editing soulless promotional copy. You may have noticed that I have stopped writing a silly story at lunchtime. That's because I find I don't need to write to keep my mind awake; I am sailing at this point on pure cussedness. America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.

I was accepted to the Freelancer's Union, though. That former employer never did fax the form back to me, but I was accepted anyway, so screw him. And I have an idea for a book. And tomorrow's my last day at Revenant Communications until mid-June.

And I'm not overdrawn anymore, though it's still a good song.

If I do say so, I can't let go, and I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so, I can't let go, and I don't take no for an answer
Tags: allen ginsberg, americastoppushingiknowwhati'mdoing, freelancing, middle-class poverty, music, not writing, officelife, poetry, revenant communications, warren zevon, writing, your tiny hand is frozen
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