Little Confessions

If you receive a message from me it is most likely in the form of a message, or a series of images designed to communicate a message, which can easily be mistaken for a massage. I tend to present things as if I can't tell the difference between a thing, and the thing in between the thing. It's an annoying habit. Or, if you're like me, it makes me want to swim away from myself, with like flipper things on my feet and an ultra slick body, shaved and shaped for swimming. I mean discuss my way away from this way. Or, to make matters worse, you're like me.

What I Said Tonight

I had vowed to say
something
so I said something, not
quite out loud, but
close.
I said to my inner me,
dude, there
is a whole body
in that cavity.
And that was true.
There was
no denying the darkness
of my preening.
I was flushed with it.
Imagine me as a
unicorn. I'd
be horned pink
and perhaps peach
colored. This is what
I'm getting at.
The peach color
and the other pastels involved.
You have no idea
exactly how I feel
but I imagine you
can imagine it.

In a Traffic Jam

I had decided that the dead deer didn't
have a penis. I stuck by this decision.
The dead deer had been ravaged
by, I assume, scavenging animals
like small mammals, birds, and rodents.
The deer was missing his knees,
I said.
And the deer was missing his stomach,
I said.
I said a lot of stuff. I was just answering
questions. It had been a long day.
So the deer is missing his hip
or his hoof, or whatnot. There is a very
bad decomposing deer smell.
I made the decision I made because
I had to. Some decision was necessary so,
I said,
the deer didn't have his penis.

Facebook, baby!

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Sometimes

I am a failure
but I need a haircut.
I am a failure
but my hair is longer today
than it was 2 weeks ago.
I am a failure
and I can hear the wind
whistling in my
hear holes.
I was thinking of my ears
the other day
and then about how
I am a failure.
I am a failure
and I said that a few times
to myself.
There was no need for my ears
for this, besides
my hair was longer
but I need a haircut is
the only thing
I was thinking. And
I am a failure.
I was thinking that
again.

What Is to Come!

Dec 1st, Friday, 8:00pm @ The MT Cup, Muncie, IN.

Little Things that Don't Matter

A dead horse was eating a
rice Krispy treat.
I’d like to think that the
decent thing to do would be
to be a hurricane
or formation of
some atmosphere.
For god sakes
the apocalypse could happen
any moment. Or not.
It’s called deleting
yourself from a
minefield.
If you’ve been there,
like me, then
you know you could
stop pretending you haven’t,
or at least wisen up
when it comes
to meeting my parents.

I said, Poem (which was not her name)!

This poem is for the blog. I can tell it's for the blog because I'm writing in the page in which I create posts for the blog. Apparently, I have signed in properly. I mean for this poem to have line breaks, but on this particular page, the page on which I create my new blog posts, I seem to be incapable of using my enter key and thus my poem for the blog is a prose poem. O god, not all of that. I'm just saying. I ask you, Blogger, Please, at some point, insert line breaks and whatever thoughts you may have. I would prefer if they're very interesting and add new, previously unimagined, dimensions to the poem. In fact, I'm counting on it. Don't let me down. You don't want to disappoint me. Trust me, I'll make life miserable for you. Of course, that's an idle threat. I won't do anything. I'm not even upset, which is a good thing, so thanks for that.

Sometimes

I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.
I am a failure.

What Is to Come!

Friday, December 1st

La Petite Zine, New Issue!

Anne Boyer, Brent Armendinger, Clayton A. Couch, Craig Morgan Teicher, Cynie Cory, Elizabeth Treadwell, Erin Martin, Estelle Boelsma, Hugh Steinberg, Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, Jasper Bernes, Jessica Dessner, Jonah Winter, Joshua Marie Wilkinson, Julie Doxsee, Karyna McGlynn, Peter Davis, Sarah Goldstein, Sarah Mangold, Stefania Heim, Thomas Hummel, and Tony Trigilio.www.lapetitezine.org

Surprise! Civic Responsibility!

I can be the grumpy old man. I said to my wife, "I should write about the trash in the Village." She said, "You can be the grumpy old man!" I said, "I sure can!" What's mostly terrific about it is that, an hour or so after I saw it in the paper, I got a phone call in my office at work. It was a woman who works on the city board that grants parade permits and closes roads, etc. And she said that she read this letter right before a previously planned board meeting, that she brought it up with the board, and that they were going to find out what happened and make sure that it didn't happen again. She said she was grateful that I sent it. My god, I thought, the system might actually work. Who could have imagined that?

Short Hand!

http://punkplanet.com/reviews Here's a link to a new Short Hand review from Punk Planet. Click on PP76 when you get to the previously mentioned page. It's short but sweet.