the absence of being Arnold iii
Tag: creepy guy
400 Words on: Wild Horses (2015)
or, “Sex Appeal Don’t Surf”:
A spoiler-free mini movie review.
1.5 out of 5
“Wild Horses” (aka WH) is enigmatic. That there’s city talk fer a jumbleberry of arthouse monkeyshines. It’s a great big horse apple. It stinks.
Like other actors of his generation, the late Robert Duvall had a ‘thing’, and – like De Niro & Pacino – that thing was getting flustered & shouting. You can almost guarantee that having Duvall in a movie, even in a supporting role, will result in a show-stopping on-screen freak-out. Viewers are assured that WH’s is a doozy.
Otherwise, it follows the blueprint of Duvall’s first filmmaking effort “The Apostle”, in that halfway through, there’s a narrative moment that gives away the film’s intentions (here, it’s at a Will reading).
After a few days mulling it over, I’m pretty sure WH is about how any discourse in modern femininity disrupts the largely-male mythos of the cowboy. I reckon.
no one grieves the creepy guy
(except by those he is survived)
A poem.
super sexy walking by
in black leggings and knee-highs:
a fantasy you can’t replicate with AI
on a busy esplanade at lunchtime –
creepy guy
creepy guy
here comes the creepy guy
working beside him
big brown eyes,
an HR complaint he can’t remise –
who needs a degree to flip french fries?
creepy guy
creepy guy
look out for the creepy guy
he’s coming for you
and all the nice cutes
and he doesn’t care for society’s rules,
and he isn’t rude
and could be a friend
but his dick is the voice on his shoulder
and says,
dashing guy!
stalwart guy!
play with me now, you virile guy!
touch me and make wings with
my loose sack skin, my guy! and
don’t think about anything else
ever or
die, because
everything else pales in comparison to
the needs and the wants of the
creepy guy
creepy guy
now he’s a senior guy
looking down on a wrinkly, folded-up,
catheterized guy
in the low-income wing of the old folks’ home
standing over his floor’s coed throne pondering
days bygone,
still touching his wiener
and still all alone
“because the sacrifice for believing every woman was his
is that now he can’t take a straightforward piss.”
//wd 6.12.2026
Malin is aware of the concerns.
A poem.
that little bit of marbling showing;
the short denim hem on the
mannequin, barely concealing the
curves, and
craters, and ageless bruising –
says to the weak man,
the spread is open on statutory holidays.
the modern masculine vernacular still contains
the phrase “she’ll be hotter when she’s older,
you have to look at the
mother”
cautions the Caucasian-loving mixed-race Meat Cutter to the
White apostle, while they
dump the fifty-pound plastic bucket of cleaved cuts
into the
grinder, with their
necks
one thousand degrees to the
cellophane, non-ergonomically
prevailing over this shared domain.
//wd 5.31.2026
theory of a daskeman 