Two Days Isn't Too Far Behind

I eventually came to a reluctant conclusion-- I was two days behind. Two days behind? That means it's today! The thought was simultaneously accompanied by a fearful cringe that drip tripped down my arms and slid south like premature pudding, finding its home in the center of the ol' bread basket. Reality sandwiches me between a bed rock and a hard face so I peered at the dust encrusted clock radio. Two hours ago. Irritated, with being awake, I dropped back into fiery warmth. Even in my sleepy state, I can realize how absurd it is to place this much importance on something so insignificant. Right? The corners of the rectangle radio clock reflected brilliant intensity of mid-morning. Coursing Fall crashed into tired flood-shot retinas like Niagara and damned my soul like the devil. Hell, I thought time was circular.

A bear explains hibernation to its cub

“Hibernation is just seasonal deep rest, son”

“Deep rest? Why do we do that?”

“Because life is unbearable enough, why be conscious for the worst three months of the year?”

Fortnight/Fort Night

For two weeks I was going through a crisis

And I didn’t know it.

And no news team came to write about it.

My own self wouldn’t allow it.

It was as if my brain had a mind of its own

And it told channel 12 to beat it.

I want live and local, brain!

Now's not the time to get vocal, brain.

My brain's mind can't understand

there are moments in life

that can make you feel so undeniably alive.

Don't worry, I don't know what that means either.

But it's like those mornings seeing pale blue

blowing in from over the treeline

winding up on my white paint window sill

a bittersweet tweet reminder that the sun came back

I guess I wasn't sure it would. That morning

the stark taste of summer's last dying breath rolled-in slow, dim

Butterflies from every first day of school in my life came to

carry me to fresh crayola box exceptional essence

with 24 pristine cylinders

waiting to be tarnished by my untamed tentacle fingers

Evidently, that thought gave me enough comfort to let sleep come

Fort building, like a kid.

falling asleep in it.

Even then I hated waking up.

Homonym Homily

Combing through loosely woven braids of brains,
the messy Marquette Interchange
of congested, polluted pathways
of neuronal discord we've all been weaving for close to two decades.
It takes two to tango with these tangles
so I say we take out the doubt so some substance can sprout.
Starting clean slate.
And from now on I will take nothing for granite
(Granted,
undoing these knots will not be for naught,and god willing relieve the tension so I can bridge the golden gated suspension
community I was brought up in).

Christ,to think of all those uptight, high-strung poor old bastards.
They've always been taught taught taught to keep themselves
taut taut taut
and what God wrought wrought wrought
will one day rot rot rot away
and SNAP
Did you bring the map,
money,
cellphone,
pager? I barely know 'er. But those eyes read like Judy Bloom.
I prayed to Jesus that some day soon
my savage ears could one day prey on your infinitely wise
but otherwise inaudible infallible frequency.
I don't have eyes but I'm seeing now that you saw some potential in me. I slipnslide collide into a high sea of Blazin' Blueberry horse play word play Hi-C
Poseidon will ride in on his sea horse horsey
And I wont groan, after he has grown
20,000 leagues above sea Level
of His wrath is swelling, but outside his aquatic dwelling
He's powerless against me
Up here in the Ozone Thunderdome
(O)3 will fend off ultra-violet fighter pilots
for purple mountain majesties.
I'll be relaxed and carefree
On the day I finally see the silver lining
of my proverbial cloud nine-
teen years of age.

Watch Out For the Fruit Flies

We had seven mangoes once

The fruit flies didn’t even get to eat one

‘cause I ate them all

I ate them all

And tomorrow when I get home from work, I’m going to get some more.

STOP THINK

Stop thinking.
Stop, think.
Stop to think.

Why do I feel like I've seen the future?
How are some things so familiar?
Am I just smart enough to know I'm not?
Am I only competent enough to fail?

My brain is unique
No one thinks my thoughts the way I think them.
Does that make me living?
Do we live through pain?
Do we live through a pane?


We are balls of energy
attracted and pulled apart by an unknown

holy force. I don't want to understand fate.
Why can't I be blissfully unaware and highly functioning at the same time?

I want my brain to slow down.
I want my brain to speed up.

Milwaukee Says Bag

DNA

me and kevin allie are going to make different DNAs, and possibly a flower.  we want to go to american science and surplus.  we need help and ideas.  especially if we want to attach them to something.