Thursday, November 25, 2010

Blood Sport

Where you do the opposite of
what is done.

Pretend one thing and be another.
Quote your mother at dinner.

You're a romance builder,
a cauldron under the bed.

In the mirror an answer for
for your cheek:

he hit you,
red and flashing.

Thanksgiving

there are the normal
pleasantries--
you look taller
how do you like college,
the normal responses--
mumble, good, mumble, smile,
I'm awkward but please don't notice
mumble, mumble, mumble

the whole time
I have to hold back my natural instinct
to leap for the red wine
chug it down

hey, look everyone,
I'm a social fucking butterfly now
come dance with me
I know jokes
and
I can sing too.

Afternoon Drinking tends toward Sober Nights

cosmological constant!
I yelled at my drunk family
I was always rippin' on Enistein for his greatest
mistake
'boy, what you thinnkkiinn'?'

Phoenix, Arizona, you freak place
in the middle of nowhere-everywhere-
10-million-people
if I yell loud enough will someone
hear me
that is on the moon or maybe the Nuevo homeland

we spent a lunch once arguing about space time and
now I'm far away and I say
time, go faster
space, get smaller

the true meaning of underarmour

designers sell underwear for
breasts sized
mosquito bite to small anthill

however,
if you have real beehives
(nothing that can be contained
with some lace or ruffles,
lest the bees sting through)

then they get out the WD-40
and the medieval armor
and they consult some iron maidens
as a focus group

and then they attach an steel
breast plate to silk
and call it "full coverage"
manufacture bras in the colors of
bear trap
and contain-me coral
and peekagette pink

oh, bra the color of no-nipples-night
please knight me

four o'clock homesick

rain comes softly round again
dancing on the windowpane

so rain then, I got nowhere to be
and plenty enough coffee and weed

but all the green in west santa cruz
could not unstick
this north mesa blues

for Heather K

shitty fucking haiku I wrote for poetry class in the last five minutes of passing period
to trash on the ground
an ink ink raven speaks:
caw caw caw caw caw


five minutes later

last line evidence
of much procrastination
I probs got an F