Apr 24, 2011

remnants of an old life
on an expired student ID
that I still use
to get into the movies.

Apr 16, 2011

a poetic experiment:

So sitting here sipping on scotch while Morgan prepares some eggs at near midnight, I decided to try a sort of a Madlib poem with her. I wrote stream of consciousness and yelled questions that she answered and her answers went straight in. I continued writing non-stop. The results:

It’s twelve-o-clock and I’m tired, my feet are sore,
The airport is far away,
My bottle of red has one sip left.
On a scale of one to ten I am a nine,
And God is stupid.
Don’t judge me,
I told the judge I was pregnant,
And they dropped all charges.
I want to go swimming at the pool,
Diving in the shallow end like risk,
But I’d prefer scrabble like my brains,
Not scrambled but hard-boiled,
Accompanied by 3 cats,
Flanking me like battle hardened
Alligators, ready to conquer
The bayou of your souls,
I will make you swivel your pelvis
Like Elvis,
You’ll climb to the top
Of Big Pink buildings,
And purple mountains,
To ask me how the hell
I got here.
What?
How?
This doesn’t make sense?
Zitty Booger Head.
Doesn’t have to.

Prose.
Like Poe,
Sappy like Fabio
On the cover of a book,
You want a second look,
But you’ve been blinded,
By science,
My brain evolved for this.



This is what married people do...

Enjoy.

Apr 14, 2011

Dolphins and other short thoughts

I'm going to post some short things I've written lately now, and possibly later edit and post some longer pieces. Enjoy or not, it's all groovy.


On Jobs-

I am underpaid
overqualified but
I have a job.


On Japan,

Earthquakes and leaky reactors, Toxic radiation, but it's ok,
as long as there's a seaward breeze.
Dolphin's mutate.


On Anderson Cooper or Records

I thought it was
Anderson Cooper outside the record store
in a light rain,
clutching Huey Lewis.



I want to rule a sunny day empire,
all roaring 20s, pax romana, and the sun never sets.
Just ignore the b-side.


On failure and being emo...

Failure forces you as far forward
as success.
Time's unrelenting wheel.


1. I have bad teeth
my eyes are going
as I squint to write
this in the dark.
2. I'm cold and you're snoring
but I won't move you and
I can't sleep wearing a shirt.
3. I want to be a poet
a gypsy, a blues man,
Lost teeth are personality
and we'd never need to sleep.


Isolate yourself
in a room full of happy people
to find yourself


On Hockey and memories...

The hockey playoffs
and memories of triple overtime
heartache at three am
before school.


On our health care system...

Revenge comes in many forms
like bad songs on the radio
while you take a shit at
the grocery store.


I greatly appreciate the
artfully designed smoke rings
you blew up my ass.


On coffee...

Some days I'm convinced
the meaning of life is baked
in the awkward smallish pastry
that the cafe throws away
at closing time.


I want a service
Animal Badge for my cat,
so he can sip coffee here
with me.


On tour guides....

"and these are two
of our hallways," said the tour guide.
Thanks.



On Spring...

In this first sun of Spring
the empty trees long
for the caress of leaves.


Northwest, Early Spring,
Hippies and Punks bloom,
pasty white into the
still chilly sun.