Fall

November 4, 2008

Red and yellow, orange and green
the leaves blend together in the harmony
of coming death and future life
warning of the impending frost
hinting at the fore-told thaw

The new beginning of tomorrow
will also be an ending
in which I’ll no longer have a reason

towatchcnninthemorning
whilstmunchingoncereal
tolistentonpronthedrive
whilstavoidingawreck
towatchnbcnightlynews
whilsteatingmysupper

and while I’ll miss the chatter,
filling my life with incessant white noise,
I might welcome the peace
and the opportunity to wallow
in civil apathy once more.

Halloween

October 31, 2008

Perhaps i’ll watch a scary movie
and maybe hand out some candy;
I could always drink a brew
and even read a chapter of harry or two.

How poetic!

October 31, 2008

14.823 gallons
for $30.67.

October 27, 2008

I die
everytime I see her
offal cry

writing

October 23, 2008

i feel a new urgency
seeing my possibly,
hopefully future,
seeing my way out
and my way in
my way to stay
and to stop

but first the stack
of papers await,
calling me who does
not get to write now
to judge those who do.

the cold of fall descended
in a northerly wind
with hard driving pricks
of rain that stung my face
when looked at too long,
but still i took the pain
in the joy of feeling
the promise of cold to come,
fighting the shivers
by trying not to notice
the enveloping cold
as it stole into my soul

October 21, 2008

Is it the osh
or the dissapointment
bubling and gurgling,
stirring within
threatening to come up?
And I hope the osh will
because perhaps in that
meaningless action
I can show my solidarity
in a meaningful way.

I keep coming and going,
entering and exiting,
writing and avoiding,
wondering who’s to blame
besides my own priorities.

Fall is here

October 7, 2008

in the wind,
in the air,
whipping,
swirling,
blowing leaves
in my eyes
in my hair
in my face,
bringing the cool
air of death
and the promise
of future life

being rich would be nice
because then I could spend
all day everyday
watching my 7
ridiculously large plasmas,

drinking from my private bar
while talking to my
private bar-tender brian
and watching my 7
ridiculously large plasmas,

wandering through the jungle out back
drinking from my private bar
while talking to my
private bar-tender brian
and watching my 7
ridiculously large plasmas,

swimming in the pool
while wandering through the jungle out back
drinking from my private bar
while talking to my
private bar-tender brian
and watching my 7
ridiculously large plasmas,

sexing my wife
swimming in the pool
while wandering through the jungle out back
drinking from my private bar
while talking to my
private bar-tender brian
and watching my 7
ridiculously large plasmas,

and doing naught else

it’s bad when it’s my fault
but perhaps it’s worse when
it’s not because then I still
have to take the blame without
getting to enjoy any of the
fun of living only for myself

Predicament

October 3, 2008

I really want to go
hunting today
but I don’t want to
call the uncle-in-
law to ask if I can
hunt on his land so
now what to do? what
to do? what to do?
what will I ever do?

Dear Roger Mugs,
The teaching profession
may indeed be evil
but be it hear known
that said profession
is currently paying
me more than i have
ever made before,
which is probably
more of an indictment
of my past jobs
than a qualification
of the profession.