Mantras

Mantra with me now.
The world is too beautiful
for an existence of
fair weather fucks and
self doubt.
Repeat it with me.
# The world's empathy sounds like chirping birds.
# Remember the dirt, how small each speck is and how far it has traveled. I am humbled when I see how small I am compared to flecks of sand.
#Im tough as nails.

Too Many Senses to Make Any Sense

 Image: http://whoaitskatie.tumblr.com/

Do you still see me?
I was fogging up the windows
of your back seat.
I was trying to write you a message,
only you could read
in condensation and
soul.
I forgot how to spell,
your glasses cracked
at each fading vowel.
Lost in translation
and lost in my efforts.
Do you still hear me?
I was talking through
all your favorite songs
on your day off.
I didnt want to keep you
from them.
Just knew you loved them
more then you were
capable
of loving me.
One wrong note
and our bodies go
out of tune.
I still feel you.
Every time a white 4-door
drives down the street.
Every time
I order the drink you
thought was my favorite one.
Every time
success runs out of my reach.
How many years
will it take
before all my senses
blissfully fail me?

Prideful Things

 Song in the process.

People are prideful things.
Aren't they?
People are prideful things.
Aren't they.
How come that apology
couldnt fit
out of my big mouth?
I just want people
to be wrong.
How come shame hurts
more than heartbreak?
I just want people
to keep their
word.
Cause it sounded quite nice.
People are prideful things.
Arent they?
People are prideful things.

Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Agogwe

Agogwe! Stand over me, 3 feet tall. In the distance, your all fur and limbs. Monkey around with me and Ill seek out your mischief.














Picture from: http://my-courtesy.blogspot.com/2011/10/dwarves-creatures-agogwe.html

Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existance: Adjule

Adjule! Circle me in the desert sun. I see you all, phantoms, panting all over my mirages.

I was missing the one piece that wasn't in the box

You got your puzzles,
 and I sit with them sprawled across the floor
 like the hot summers
 where we laid on cool kitchen tiles.
 How I searched for cheats
 in the sweat that dripped into your eyes.
 I struggled with 100 pieces
when we were still beginners.
All your parts,
used to be so easy to fit together.
Advance to 500
 cause I thought I was the expert on all
 your little details.
1000 pieces were the end of me.
1000 pieces and completion is a chore.
1000 pieces and not a damn one of them
 will ever be a surprise again.

Crossword with me Now

Will you fill in my crossword,
when I forget how to spell?
When the thesaurus no longer
has anything
for me.
What's five down?
And why doesn't it fit with two across?
I spill coffee over your sports section.
Won't you take away my pen
when I gnaw it down to nothing.
One wrong letter.
The whole puzzle is lost.