Moving to wordpress, not sure what my new address will be, will probably change the name of the blog as well.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Not Nearly
I am not
nearly as tall
as I'd like to be
he said with a sigh of relief
oh the many
things that one
can be though I'd
rather still live at your feet
nearly as tall
as I'd like to be
he said with a sigh of relief
oh the many
things that one
can be though I'd
rather still live at your feet
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
There is hope
There is hope in running water,
rivers, streams, brooks.
I will hold you all that I can,
alcoves, stairs, nooks.
I am walking without my shoes,
stickers, nails, burrs.
My small kitten made a small sound,
meows, mewls, and purrs.
There is fear in growing grape vines,
ivy, wine, sun.
Nice day for a nice beach, cool day,
sunblock, sand, fun.
I can lift you above my head,
elbows, arms, knees.
I can meet you tonight at nine,
dinner, stay, please.
There is love in feather pillows,
sleep, safe, time.
I will sleep on feather pillows,
you, our, mine.
rivers, streams, brooks.
I will hold you all that I can,
alcoves, stairs, nooks.
I am walking without my shoes,
stickers, nails, burrs.
My small kitten made a small sound,
meows, mewls, and purrs.
There is fear in growing grape vines,
ivy, wine, sun.
Nice day for a nice beach, cool day,
sunblock, sand, fun.
I can lift you above my head,
elbows, arms, knees.
I can meet you tonight at nine,
dinner, stay, please.
There is love in feather pillows,
sleep, safe, time.
I will sleep on feather pillows,
you, our, mine.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
People in the area that I inhabit
People in the area that I inhabit are sometimes very rude. I expect this from certain people. In fact, I welcome it; thank you douche-bag in the Ed Hardy shirt; up is still up and douche is still douche. Hey, Bluetooth Headset Guy*, thank you for being extremely loud and keeping your private life public.
Worse than that though, is the unexpected. Politely correcting a cyclist should never result in profanity.
So, here's to you, large college student on a bicycle presumably riding off to play Dungeons and Dragons* in the Student Services building (aka: the building where advisement is held and overweight male college students congregate and play Fantasy Board Games). I regret not following him, I am almost certain that I would have seen him enter said building, secure his bike, take the elevator (he was not a stair-man) to the second floor, and join (or not join) his like-minded amigos in their quest (for something? sunlight? female companionship? I don't know).
This narrative seems very ambiguous, so here, in script form, is what happened today at around 3:50.
Setting
A university, early afternoon, sunny weather, mid 80's. Specifically, a covered sidewalk.
Cast
Michael as himself
Female Companion as herself
College Cyclist as The Spirit of the Douche
Worse than that though, is the unexpected. Politely correcting a cyclist should never result in profanity.
So, here's to you, large college student on a bicycle presumably riding off to play Dungeons and Dragons* in the Student Services building (aka: the building where advisement is held and overweight male college students congregate and play Fantasy Board Games). I regret not following him, I am almost certain that I would have seen him enter said building, secure his bike, take the elevator (he was not a stair-man) to the second floor, and join (or not join) his like-minded amigos in their quest (for something? sunlight? female companionship? I don't know).
This narrative seems very ambiguous, so here, in script form, is what happened today at around 3:50.
Setting
A university, early afternoon, sunny weather, mid 80's. Specifically, a covered sidewalk.
Cast
Michael as himself
Female Companion as herself
College Cyclist as The Spirit of the Douche
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