Monday
Apr042016

don't let ANYONE tell you that you aren't smart enough
or that you're not capable
or that you don't have "what it takes"

to use coupons at the grocery store.

seriously, ANYONE can do it. 
just make sure the coupons aren't expired. 

Monday
Apr042016

the rules say:
DON'T RUN WITH SCISSORS.
but what about really sharp, pointy sticks? like chopsticks?
what do they say about those?
it seems like they never updated the rule book.
i think it's the same book they've
been using since scissors were first invented and
sharp things simply didn't exist until then.

the rules also say:
DON'T USE A HAIR DRYER IN THE BATHTUB.
why would you ever do this?

DON'T EAT BEFORE SWIMMING.
what about during?

DON'T RUN NEXT TO THE POOL.
what if i'm being chased by a rapist?

DON'T STICK ANYTHING INTO THE MOUTH OF
SOMEONE HAVING A SEIZURE.
it never occured to me to do this.
now i'm super curious.

DON'T CRY OVER SPILLED MILK.
what if the milk killed my brother?

ALWAYS LET SLEEPING DOS LIE.
what if they're sleeping on your arm and
cutting off the circulation?






 

Monday
Apr042016

it could be low testosterone.
it could be depression.
it could be allergies.
it could be heart disease.
it could be cancer.
it could be a lack of _______.
it could be too much _______.
it could be the humidity.
it could be anxiety.
it could be money.
it could be love... or the lack thereof.
it could be dehydration.
it could be dry skin.
it could be withdrawal.
it could be anger.
it could be loneliness.
it could be regret.
it could be the guilt.
it could be the food.
it could be the spiders.
it could be the bones.
it could be the muscles.
it could be the neighbors.

or it could just be regular fucking life.

ugh.

Sunday
Dec202015

The Things you Are!

you're the cutest hog on the pig farm.
you're the cleanest bum by the bridge.
you're the nicest rapist in prison.
you're the hottest milk in the fridge.

and of all the horrible things there are,
you're the best of those horrible things.
the most elegant drunk in Reno,
with the squeakiest mattress springs.
Sunday
Sep202015

squinting as a child

there is soft, white, particulate matter
hanging in the air,
like snow without gravity.
sometimes it feels as if i've surrounded myself
with so much of it, I am trapped in a
perpetual cloud of chalk dust.
it's as if I've clapped some erasers together
and the world just froze in that moment.
dry clouds in my eyes that leave me swinging my arms
and grasping for the handrails.
the world a fog.

i sometimes think about Christmas time as a child,
in my parent's old house with the brown shag carpet,
and the really big windows that made me feel so small.
i remember sitting in the living room alone,
squinting my eyes at the Christmas tree,
forcing the lights to bloom and streak within my vision.
i remember when i first realized that i could do this,
that i could make lights smear by squinting my eyes.
that i could change the entire world by something
as simple as pushing my eyelids together.

but now, here i am as an adult, sitting in all this dust,
wondering how i make the world shift again,
with the simplicity and ease that i once did as a child.

when you're an adult, you harden your thinking
to the experiences and environments you've
been exposed to. 
the world doesn't change when you
squint your eyes,
you do not make the world blur,
it is you that change.
it is your eyes that are different. 

although there are exceptions to the rules,
it is my position that the inability to believe
your own fairy tales
and follow your own inner dialogue to
strange and unsual places
marks the death of
your imagination.

so go make your own fog
and blur the world
with anything but
your own logic and reason.