From now on

This blog has been resurrected as a tumblr. No offense, blogger.

October 21, 2010

Ante Meridiem

Pink, wrinkled driver
pasty, fleshy vehicle
iced satin highway.

October 18, 2010

Mindless Behavior

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October 15, 2010

Fall Into the…

"Don't use comic sans…"
"OMG, not PAPYRUS!!!"
"…the new Gap logo…"

June 27, 2010

All Mine!

A subtle genius
(sartorially speaking—
and otherwise too).

Three hundred credits,
four minors and a major!
And there's more to come.

Speaking in public
"emperor's new clothes"
olive face: olive.

Weather won rites, like:
"men rape one in five women"
heel go know farther.

P.M.S. knowledge
more than the designer has,
more than the printer has.

Like the prettiest
of all the tropical birds,
she'll be turning blue.

Pi (3.14)
Golden ratio (1.6)
Her (5.89)

Go ask anyone
(who enjoys all the wrong songs):
"isn't she ugly?"

Buying her the world
would do nothing compared to
writing a letter.

I am all alone
until I feel that buzzing.
They are all alone.

Running in Lascaux
while relaxing in Nha Trang
is personified.

Even if I wed
a best-friend conglomerate,
I'd be left wanting.

Matrimony with
an entire stadium
sans polygamy.

Like if the army
was pretty and okay with
sharing the power.

When played all at once
her formula for tears scores
sixty and four points.

We were invited,
but we took a secret oath
and then turned it down.

My dear teacher of
natural conversation,
the art of 'shaka'.

Their names are picked out,
but Jasper and Exhilda's
diet is unclear.

Thank you, Obama.
Pre-existing condition:
all facial features.

Long natural hair
vital organs are still dyed
every other week.

Not eschew the things
certain to tear swell and flush—
buy, feed, and name them.

Record setting heat.
Meteorologists stunned,
scientists baffled.

March 11, 2009

Displacement

Possibility:
the ice-caps are not melting,
we're getting fatter.

February 17, 2010

Empathy for Christopher Owens in Salt Lake City

I feel how you felt
when I listened to the new
Yeasayer album.

February 11, 2010

Dream Job

I'll find success when
I capture the essence of
old women, running.

February 7, 2010

Emotion Meter

When I feel happy,
I (secluded) sing and yell
like when I am sad.

January 19, 2010

State of the Nation

We live in a time
where grapes and grape flavoring
are not similar.

If something is sour,
then we can dye it yellow
and call it "lemon."

January 10, 2010

Sociopath (?)

It felt cold in here,
so I opened the window
and took off my clothes.

December 29, 2009

Semi-annual Harmonies

Facing the ceiling
the drill plays to the tune of
Toto's "Africa."


Floss Rock

Gums slowly bleeding,
she flosses me to the beat
of "Dust in the Wind."


"Adult Contemporary"

"That will sound better,"
he thought, "with somebody's hands
inside of your mouth."

December 20, 2009

Recession

If time is money,
you would think we would slow down,
cause we're wasting it.

If money is time,
shouldn't we spend it on things
we enjoy doing?

December 6, 2009

Either

You're always lying,
plastic bib clipped 'round your neck
your mouth open wide.


Or

You're always standing,
with overly-tan fingers
inside someone's mouth.


But

Can't you be sitting,
ready to suck the drool out
and to hand him tools?

November 28, 2009

Habit

I procrastinate—
just until something bigger
needs to be put off.

November 28, 2009

Futuristic

I want to be like
Usher's sweaty wife beater,
thrown into the crowd.

I want to be like
spelling a five-letter word
(but not the word "their").

I want to be like
night-skiing at Park City
every single night.

November 20, 2009

Desired

Come along with me!
Let's remember we're alive
by jumping off things.

Let's outrun our legs.
Let's put ourselves in harm's way.
Let's skin our elbows.

Don't apply pressure.
Let it get on your clothes. You're
bleeding evidence.

November 20, 2009

Imago

It was dark (and warm)
inside my cocoon, and then
I emerged: a moth.


Bernardine

So lonely (and cold)
underground. Forced imago,
and you feel the same.


Prairie Fire Collective

So scary (and hard)
changing. You can feel the same—
revise the approach.

November 15, 2009

Twitter

If I could just think
thoughts that were one sentence long,
people would read them.

November 12, 2009

Collab

by eric c cottrell
You are what you eat.
So what if I nibble ears?
I'm only human.

by me
We are what we eat.
Does nib'ling each others' ears
make us cannibals?

by me
You are what you eat.
So on the month's first Sunday
I'm a righteous ghost.

by eric c cottrell
He, a cannibal,
they called him an animal.
Are you what you eat?

by eric c cottrell
"You are what you eat,"
said the wise man. He then said,
"Hi, I'm bologna."

by me
I am what I eat.
So after the big breakup
she's right, I'm nothing.