giving up on life

June 30, 2008

the queen
size box spring
taunts me
in the foyer
knowing
no matter how
hard we push
it will never
fit up that
staircase.

AKA: on my upcoming 3 day absence from the sieve

tight in my tummy
tight in my thoughts
i prepare myself for travel
with stomach knots

flying makes me grumpy
but new places i enjoy
thought control i’ll attempt
thanksgiving i’ll employ

i wish i could drink whiskey
without the stomach rot
i know it’d help me relax
and help me forget thought

thirty six hours is too long to travel
no matter where you go
but thankfully it wont take three months
like by an old boat - slow

i’ll put my head down and get there
no matter what i do
arrive there eventually
I WILL I WILL I WILL

columns

June 29, 2008

sadness hits me
staring out the
passenger side
window at the
art museum’s
columns and steps in
the stagnant orange
air underneath
these street lamps
as the stop light
changes and the
car begins to
move.

self explanatory

June 29, 2008

i found myself
annotating
the things which
need not notes

Trouble with Treble

June 29, 2008

Twenty four hours of forty eight

Partying like a rock star from noon to one late

Now I’m kinda sorta in trouble cuz my brother can’t relay vivid directions

While I sit at my laptop making poetry corrections

haiku

June 29, 2008

on the turnpike
we drove into a wall of rain–
break lights erupting.

they set out to take on the
massive evil beast, grabbing hold of
tail
torso
back
neck
then the head

gasping for air
it blew forth fire

they searched for the fabled
weak spot between four
scales

but his strength outdid them all-
talons of six inches, eight inches, more
he grabbed them each and took to flight

flinging them against a mountain

but it was made of jello
this was their goal.

the universe

June 27, 2008

Scientists announced Tuesday that our love is expanding at an infinite rate. While this perpetual growth cannot be seen, it can be concluded based upon observable effects. For example, the wavelengths of Time Spent Not Thinking About Each Other (T.S.N.T.A.E.O.) are exponentially drifting further apart, resulting in an undeniable red shift. Three predictions regarding the fate of these findings have been put forth by the scientific community: 1. Our love will continue to expand infinitely; 2. Our love will continue to grow, but the rate at which it does so will slow and approach a limit; 3. Our love will eventually peak and then subsequently collapse in upon itself, creating a black hole from which even light cannot escape.

i took the road less traveled
and was a little disappointed
unpaved i found it muddy
and mosquito ridden

at times a tree had fallen
covering the path and making
it difficult to traverse

i entered through the narrow gate
but first had to lose some weight
squeezed my shoulders through
and caught my arm on a spike
contracting tetanus

quit romanticizing things we must do
sometimes it sucks
and gives me diarrhea

drifting and blinking
constellations

all but three
escaped my jar

above leaves
of shadowed trees

beneath a sky
lit by lightning

equally ephemeral
similarly silent.

people never told me
the more you understand
the more fully you can become
overwhelmed

no no.
thats right, they did say
ignorance is bliss
but they left it painted
on a wall
in a book they called
fiction

Phalanx of Übermensch

June 26, 2008

My toes are longer than your fingers.
I can’t type with them, but I can peel bananas,
and my Chinese calligraphy is really coming along.

Toe number two could easily replace my pinkie,
while the halluces, detached, could be used by whalers
to club to death their catch, not that I would condone such usage.

They have given children nightmares.
I am able to knead dough at twice the normal human rate.

Hos-piss

June 25, 2008

Hospice

A word with all the powers of a magnet

Drawing things together

Somethings are shunned and wish to be repelled

But they always return

Others are accepted easily

But can never come back

Everything attracted has something in common

Power to express emotions

Love

Pain

Fear

Last wishes-like fire-are warm

But too much fire surrounding one self becomes

The source of more love

The source of more pain

The source of more fear

The smoke becomes a heavy blanket

Smothering its starter

To reduce the burden a stand must be made

One of courage where friends may be hurt

You can piss out the fire

But you cant piss out the pain

Great difficulty lies on the path where you try to be kind and loving

But sacrifices must be made

To live the rest of ones days with only the closest people to their heart.

forgets the stage
ya’ll to whom i’m talking
quietly sneaks away to semi private room
toots
laughs that it can be called that
toots again
smiles
runs and then looks back
finds people ogling the word
t
o
oo
o
t
transient
olfactory
orifice
transmission

I hated the rich, clean buggers, twenty-four-carat boogers,
no ticks in their ears or asses, lice-free.
Ticks, like perverts, gravitate to the sweaty places:
underarms
crevices
ahem, elsewhere.
Remember the scene in “Stand By Me,” when the kid found a leech
you know where?
Rich buggers, gold boogers, clean clothes,
weren’t so great, so high and mighty.
Everyone shits the bed at least once.