oh dim lit room with soft light and explosions,
give me something akin to courage.
because the man asleep
has a cell phone that will not cease

oh dim lit room with house lights and garbage
strewn all over my footprints,
help me exit courteously and without a furtive glance
written on my face.

Regionals

Just came back from my Literary Criticism UIL competition in San Antonio.

First Place!
Going to Austin!
Better weekend than all the people on Facebook claiming to have had the 'best weekend ever'!
Pictures will be up briefly!

I mean, shortly; pictures will be up shortly.

Strange how that works; brief and short are clear symonyms, but add -ly and they're hardly related.

Ballet on tired feet

Down the hallway creeps
princess on tired feet
Carpet beneath her,
Heaven save us.

Behind the door, I sleep
above the city streets,
Running over with..

Good News

I am going to the UIL Regional competition in San Antonio from early Friday to late, late Saturday, hooray.

Now, I understand that many components of my sentences might sometimes be incomprehensible, and the above sentence is no exception.

1. What is UIL?
The University Interscholastic League (UIL) is an organization that creates rules for and administers almost all athletic, music, and academic contests for public primary and secondary schools in the American state of Texas. (Wikipedia)

2. Why am I going?
Because I am super well at Literary Criticism.

3. What is Literary Criticism?
Literary Criticism is one of several academic events sanctioned by the University Interscholastic League. The contest began with the 1986-87 school year.
Literary Criticism is designed to test students' knowledge of literary history and of critical terms, and ability in literary criticism. The text A Handbook to Literature by William Harmon and C. Hugh Holman (currently, either the 8th, 9th, or 10th edition may be used), state adopted texts, and the announced reading list for the current year will be used as sources for the tests.

4. Why is this post so boring?
Because I want everyone to know that I am going to Regionals.

Content

Trying to write more comment-friendly posts because comments somehow matter.

 If you blog, how do you feel about comments? Actually, even if you don't blog, how do you feel about comments? How do you feel in general?

I realize that poetry is a strange topic for discussion, so how you are feeling should definitely be more plausible. Anyway here is a picture of some New Mexican art from my grandmother's house because pictures are worth a thousand words and therefore even more comment conducive.

Also, maybe if I wrote non-confessional poetry comments would be easier, oh well.

A Butterfly (I think)

(dancing ulcers, relatives alcohol) wedding

I make my hips oceans,
and teach my heart. 4/4
time is the key to the
dance you seem to like.
Dancing with any one
can be quite nice.

Disappointment I know,
but excitement is new
hopes rise,   high tide,
then sleep in my stomach.
A pearl on the lining.
Honey, thank you.


And I can tell they like me
By the distance they keep.
Dance all night, why don't we?
Feel tongue tied feet slowing.
Feel.
Now glad to sleep.


These are actually very disjointed, I could pretend it was my intent, but it really wasn't.

April 11: Now I really like this collection, go figure.

from Monday

Not feeling so
utility today
much better
used to
sleeping in
on Mondays;
your failure,
my failure.
Same thing,
anyway.
Por que
ultilidad
no es mi
especialidad.
En el
verano,
mas
felicitado.
Pero no es
el verano.

Blog Stats

I've been looking at my stats and I am very confused.
I expect page-views to come from logical places, places that don't make me feel like I've been committing a crime.

For example, one of the referring URLs that led to my page is this URL:

http://anabolmarket.net/

I don't know why. 

And then there's this:

These are the top search keywords for my blog. I can understand the second one, probably one of my friends, too busy to type the url, maybe; but the top one? Pictures of pizza that look like a cat.
Pictures of pizza that look like a cat.

A very specific search, to say the least.
Sadly, none of the searches had any keywords like "good blog" or "funny stuff" or "light verse" or anything remotely positive, so, yes.

sunshine

sunshine met moonshine met a good time
met a nice girl in a place like this
sunshine met moonshine, meta good time
sally and joey, in my peach tree
sunny and moony, in my peach tree
don't speak so softly
mama warned me

Eighteen then two

98:

I am five

to your six;

a race you

win always,

champion,

o champion.

oh, 05,

meet me here,

10 12 years

should be good,

enough to

hold you, keep

you asleep.

Scarification as a rite of passage; poetry

tiny lines,

passage time.

mama say

I'll be fine.

and

half hour scar

I belong.

and look cool

to the West.


I don't really like the second part anymore, it has no rhythm (or rhyme).

Eighteen

92,                                          

that was you.                             
Chicagoo                               
and Texas                                 
couldn't hold                           
anyone,                                      
even you.                                   

93,
that was me.
my eyes closed
couldn't see::
 Chicago,
any lake's
navy pears.

More years are coming tentatively.