2009
11.30
And I arrived here
All washed up
Broken now, poor as I was before
But older, less chance of making the future I swore I would
Washed up
Crawl up this shore of broken words all crashing down
I’ll scratch out my first epic poem
On a cardboard sign, homeless
‘Will write for pussy’
And these words
Like junk, shot up in between my toes
So I can still wear short sleeves at work
Take naps in the conference rooms
When nobody’s looking
2009
11.26
When everyone’s heads are down
Clasping hands ands keeping their eyes closed
Murmuring ‘something something something, Amen’
I am usually thinking about Starcraft
And how good those mashed potatoes are going to be
As soon as you stop talking.
2009
11.25
Coffee sucks.
But if we stop drinking coffee… What will that do to the environment? Suddenly, Starbucks is precariously perched on the brink of bankruptcy… Hundreds of thousands of workers are faced with losing their jobs. Tens of thousands of Brazilian coffee bean field workers will riot in the streets because they will no longer be making 4 pesos a day. The chaos in Brazil will undoubtedly spark wild fires that will burn large portions of the Amazonian Rain Forests!
Viva La Revolution!!!
Without these rain forests, CO2 will sky rocket and suddenly global warming is no longer an Al Gore Revival meeting, but the real deal. Ice caps melt, New York is flooded, California is gone, the markets collapse, the country is purchased for 4 dollars and some canned peas, every American learns Chinese within the year. Americans revolt and one crazed military official pushes “the button” rather than live under oppressive, foreign rule. I mean, we are AMERICANS, right? We should be doing the oppressive foreign ruling. And then, BAM. Nuclear winter…
We need to save the world and go to Starbucks.
Because we don’t want the nuclear winter. I mean… I know I am busy and all but I think I can take 5 minutes out of my day to buy a mocha. To save the world.
And maybe we’ll get our names on a plaque.
2009
11.24
I wish I could remember how you smelled
I know you did not smell of sanitizer
of pain, worry, and clean sheets
I wish I could remember
Because hospitals are not how I want to remember you.
2009
11.23
I just called to let you know
I won’t be by today
And since you called last night to say
You’re sorry you didn’t show
I got mad and sad and everything else
And decided to do it to you.