May 20, 2012

  • You can tell a lot about a person by the way they react to the rain

    Cognitive development
    Artists and other professions have to start early
    and Often
    I have focused my life away
    Left with a bunch of miscellaneous abilities
    An artist as such with some talent but no proficiency

    What is talent or proficiency anyway?
    Like porn
    You'll know it when you see it
    I am pretty tired to play catch up

    Regret
    No I don't
    More encouragement sure
    Video games were a safe haven
    I don't know what I would have done without them
    Maybe develop a hobby, a creative one
    Does this poem have a point?
    Why did humans decide to write in verse?
    I can reflect in verse can't I?
    Non-metered, non-rhyming verse is really just listing thoughts
    I need it to rain
    The last breath of cold air escaped my vehicles ventilation system

    This signals summer

    Where did the rain go?
    Someone told me to get into a situation where rain would not be wanted
    Then the rain would come
    A sort of Field of Dreams scenario
    If the main character didn't do anything except think really hard
    Negative thoughts
    And everyone came anyways

    Farmers are never happy and neither are construction workers
    Either it rains too much or not enough
    I need a spigot to turn on the rain and turn it off at precisely the time I need it to
    You can tell a lot about a person by the way they react to the rain

May 19, 2012

  • Old Porno Magazine - NSFW

    I have been debating on whether or not to post this for quite some time...it doesn't actually show anything in detail but it has plenty of suggestion, which makes it one of my favorite photos. I found this on the side of the road in Gary, IN.

May 15, 2012

  • Magnet

    Somebody
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    where                          nothing
    can        heal
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May 14, 2012

  • Another Poem about Easy Decisions and the Laws of Physics

    Positive outlooks leave you let down
    Negative outlooks leave you alone

    Telling the truth is a brave and a stupid exercise
    Lying requires intelligence and selfishness

    Aristotle and Hume weep
    With every dichotomy you keep

    Tidying away
    Sweeping dissonances under the rug

    Memory wipes
    And Time it escapes

May 11, 2012

May 10, 2012

May 9, 2012

  • Ticks

    I keep checking for ticks
    Running my hands through my hair
    I know they are there
    Itching, scratching, crawling
    I can feel them floating up there
    Pincers flailing, almost helpless
    I stomp with my foot

    I keep checking for ticks
    Pulling up my pant legs
    Watching for woods and tall grass
    Slight pains in my leg where one has
    Supplanted
    I slap my leg and look around
    Pulling up my pant legs
    I flick them with my index finger

    The winter didn't kill them, no
    Release the turkeys
    Review the procedure to remove them
    See pictures of Lyme disease
    Watching for woods and tall grass
    No, we don't have to walk out there
    Just go ahead
    I don't care
    Nope
    You can always check for them later