Unfathomable
Meteorological
Actuality
learning
poetrymy nephew started school this week
and i fear for his life.
i fear our system that teaches
the rote memorization of facts we’re quick to forget
The immediate or proximate cause of war was the assassination on 28 June 1914 of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, by Gavrilo Princip, a Serbian nationalist.
after the test
punishes thinking/exploring
Begin by dividing the left-most digit of the dividend by the divisor. The quotient (rounded down to an integer) becomes the first digit of the result, and the remainder is calculated (this step is notated as a subtraction). This remainder carries forward when the process is repeated on the following digit of the dividend (notated as ‘bringing down’ the next digit to the remainder). When all digits have been processed and no remainder is left, the process is complete.
caring only about arriving at the correct answer
You then have 25 minutes to complete 20 questions.
quickly
doesn’t matter
if you cheated
just did you bubble in the correct circles
in fact as i write
they’re probably teaching him
the correct way to hold a pencil
the correct way to draw his letters
the correct way to sit silently
accept boredom as intrinsic to education
the correct way to kill curiosity
and intellectual creativity.
*All random facts come from Wikipedia (as they usually do).
cialis
poetryeven if i were on cialis,
which i’m not,
how would i make use
of my newly re-found talent
when we’re each sequestered
in our own porcelain prison,
sitting outside,
side by side,
but so far apart.
reflections on frustrating classes that won’t talk
poetryi can’t get through to you
and i don’t know if i will;
and for the moment at least,
all i know to do is watch
football late into the night,
and to drink sunkist,
mixed with bad vodka,
because it’s the only option.
Haiku
poetryScent of pigskin wafts
Through brisk and refreshing air.
Football has arrived!
skipping seasons
poetrythe air has turned cold
but we’re missing
that autumn scent
leaves, somewhere,
burning in barrels
and i’m suddenly afraid
my ears will never soak in
that scent again.
Taken in to consideration.
poetryFuck following
the guidelines
on these, as well as
other things.
Grab a wrench and ditch
the training wheels.
The things you remember
are not the smooth
coats of paint, but the
textured mess on the
kitchen wall.
Let’s do something nebulous.
senryu?
poetryarmed with highlighter
and xeroxed articles
we’ll transform truth.
Haiku
poetryPrickles in soft sand
Dimple the overcast beach
Whisper on water
contemplations on rediscovering internet after almost a year without (minus a few short breaks here and there)
poetryi’d photograph you
with the lens of my eye
in megapixels deluxe
if i could find a place
in my brain to store you
This is how it really works.
poetryAFTER MEDICATIONS ARE
PRESCRIBED, AND ALL THE
PILLS ARE POPPED AND ALL THE
JETS ARE COOLED AND ALL
THE STUDYING IS DONE AND
ALL THE Mental Breakdowns HAVE
SUBSIDED, THE TRUTH IS FINALLY
MADE PLAIN BY ALL THE WEIRD
BASTARDS MAKING MARKS ON THE
WALLS AND SHOWING THE REST
OF US WHAT BEAUTY REALLY IS.
NORMALCY IS JUST AN
EXCUSE FOR
MEDIOCRITY.
Helter Skelter Day
poetrybreaking marijuana into an aluminum
coca-cola can feels much better with
Cherubini in the background
today is Helter Skelter day
somewhere south it is gloomy
right here it is mediocre
fat girls getting out of their
first day of school
people walking their domesticated
animals on the cracked
pavement behind my
apartment
complex
men in the background
from centuries past
playing ballads of
beauty and sex
all lost to us now
and the men walking their
fury dogs
and the fat girls on their
bikes
they get get to the bottom
then stop
turn
then they go for a ride
till they get to the bottom…
just like Mozart
but we don’t speak that language anymore
man
and we don’t hear those stories anymmore
man
Helter Skelter
Reflections On Pop Music Lyrics 2
poetryYou could use someBAHdaaaay!
You could use someone like me?
Are you sure you could use someBAHdaaaay
Because it wasn’t clear to me
The first ten thousand times you said so.
Cause I was roaming around
And looking down on all I see
And it was you still singing
That you could use someBAHdaaaay
Well there’s someone like you
And all you know and all you speak
Is how you could use someBAHdaaaay
And I get the point, really.
You can stop now.
Everyone’s noticed someBAHdaaaay
Like you, someone like you
But I hope you don’t find someBAHdaaaay
Cause you’ll probably annoy them.
Strange, how efficiently we kill ourselves.
poetryThey’re drowning in their own
Alcohol
while the rest of us are
watching, screaming
bailing just as quickly as
we can, trying to save a
man,
or two.
But they’re in over their
heads in it,
and none of them can swim,
so, well,
so they’re floundering in
self-prescribed madness,
Drowning.
And there’s only so much
the rest of us can drink.
haiku…?
poetrymostly sunny
chance of PM showers
high of seventy.
umbridge
poetryi’d cough to get your attention
but not really want it
just to assert my power over you
as you get more and more
uncomfortable
and finally yield
to my absurd will
Vicious Cycle.
poetryAt Four in the morning
I stop and wonder what it
means for the future, that
I’m stopping to wonder
at Four in the morning.
Profit
poetryProfitable
Is a term I state
With some trepidation.
For it would be profitable
To knock your block off
But rather unfortunately,
The consequences
Would outweigh
The revenue
haiku
poetrycuttings in water
grow new roots–
blessed resilience.
Jump-sheet
poetryas much as I love singing other
people’s songs, it’s time to get
together on this jam I wrote,
I’ve got a jump-sheet, here’s
some notes, we’ll fake it.
I mean,
not trying to make memories,
just music
and while I really like the parts
I made, I think you’re better at
the base than me, so if you see
a better way to play it
then just do it
I mean,
don’t try and play the melodies
just make music
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