the universe

poetry

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.

societal lies. and my bowels.

poetry

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