March 2012
2 posts
Hybrid work
Changed my car battery and brakes and rotors today. Worked out. Fed tiffani’s dogs. 4 mile walk now and writing tonight. My fingernail beds are black because I’m a motherfucking man son! These hands are cracked and dry, still delicate enough to pull the poem from my gut and sketch its face across a page.The spine is straight. The muscles tight. The sun, just like my heart, is out, and...
I am getting a handle on exactly the reason I run...
I will be able to explain it soon.
Finally.
5 years later.
February 2012
75 posts
Slamming tonight
Gettin the fuck down.
First two months in the books
2012 you beautiful and terrifying creature. You are the year of growth forged from panic. You are wingspan and step up and poem-on-the-side. You are blossom and sun-blaze alchemy. You are iron will refusing mediocrity. You are sweat and ember. You are muscle-chisel. You are wind…moving through my finally open hands.
When I am bored and lonely and feel like torturing...
I sign into my okcupid account and take off any/all distance filters and sort by match percent and read all the amazing profiles and feel my heart break.
hahah. seriously. Who the fuck am I?
silentconversations asked: I wish I knew more men who would look at something at say "This makes me want to write a poem".
Quit hiding behind your bayonets you call your...
She is the temple where I wish to worship humbly
A homeless man allowed to warm himself inside her heart.
My inner optimist don't take no shit:
Fuck you car battery!
Stranded feels like rock bottom. No 12 bucks in my pocket gonna pay for a tow truck. No friends to call. 15 miles from home. No jumper cables.
Yo life why you always gotta test a mothafucka right when he tryna come up? You couldn’t give this to me last month when I was linin my pockets somethin fat? Sheeeit son. Don’t wanna see me shine. Always tryna keep me...
The hard part for most guys
is tricking the girl into believing he is everything she wants.
The hard part for me is feeling like most guys are douchebags, and thus under-representing myself for fear of being like them.
This is, of course, a roundabout way of saying that I am in fact, too awesome to have a girlfriend.
lol.
Ok so like
I’m all for the Oscars. I love film. I love the spectacle as much as the next guy. I love any big, overblown, semi-masturbatory celebration of ourselves and our genius and our achievements and everything else. I’m a big fan.
But. Like.
This televised shit after? This On The Red Carpet after party shit? Is this really necessary? As if the 3 hour ceremony isn’t enough…?...
Go Midnight in Paris!!
#liveblogging the Oscars
Two slams next week
kinda stoked.
I just found out that Beehive is an artist
a painter. And she’s fucking good.
This does not help me get over my obsession. At all.
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places....”
– Hemingway
On the real
I am a sexy motherfucker today.
Gettin my hybrid on.
Just walked 5 miles.
Made lunch.
Now goin to write poems.
Who you know fresher than that?
Going for a walk
Shaking out the ghosts. Grinding my shadow into dust.
“what has the word no ever gotten me but poems?”
– Thomas Fucaloro
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Things I know for sure (David Perez prompt)
I have seen every episode of SVU until Stabler left. The new episodes are seriously wack. It has been too long since I have seen a naked woman anywhere except my laptop. I don’t know if I will ever speak to my older sister again. I hate feeling so dramatic about the things I know to be true. I often miss a girl more than I love myself. Which girl does not matter. My new boss feels like an...
“At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet”
– Plato
From the autobiography i'm writing in my head:
Her: kiss me
Me: What?! Haha. you're drunk!
Her: yeah I am!!!
Me: yeah you are.
Her: I mean I AM..but like seriously...
Me: No.
Her: What do you mean no?
Me. I mean no. Like kids say to drugs and George Bush says to homos.
Her: Why not?
Me: Because we're good friends. It's what we are. It works this way, and no matter what happens we're still gonna be good friends tomorrow. And what if I kiss you and I don't wanna stop? And maybe you don't want me to stop either and we're both so drunk that we don't stop you know what I mean?
Her: YES!!
Me: yeah well the last thing I need is another really good friend knowing how small my dick is.
SOC my life as a salesman (day 1)
first day of work is a lot like the last day of last work in that it is fucking terrible. I don’t know how people do this fourty hours a week and Ashley is my trainer. Ashley is five feet two inches of not-shy. She is smilefacesquinched like a five year old being tickled with a feather. She is twenty six years old, blonde, and fearlessly ignorant. She has just met me, but already I know she...
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Oh loneliness
the other girls were merely mistress.
Names, faces, bodies. All of them
pearls on a string. They are
dates. Stretches of time and space.
Stops on a train line.
You are the before and after, the only thing that’s true—and real.
You are the one that I come home to.
What a lovely, strange turn of events
Hello past. It seems you are unburyable. It seems there is, at least one person who will not let me ruin everything. No matter how hard I try. I want to call this grace but it doesn’t feel so selfless. We are tied together. She needs me to have not ruined everything. She will forgive and forgive and forgive because there is something in me she can find nowhere else.
World, you are some...
To me, coming from you,
friend is a four-letter word.
“When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then...”
– Audre Lord explaining exactly what life is about.
LA Times On Wislawa Szymborska & Her Poetry →
astronautssleepinspace:
“In her Nobel lecture she held up as the source of her inspiration the words “I don’t know.” Authentic poets, she argued, must keep repeating these words to themselves even as they grope toward makeshift answers in individual poems. This is what distinguishes them from the “torturers, dictators, fanatics, and demagogues struggling for power by way of a few loudly shouted...
JW Baz makes me feel better
about getting my face punched in.
Currently on repeat: Anointing the Hand
Sometimes you just don't win
I felt like I performed super strongly. What up ego smash?
The slam tonight
is all about the money. Because I’m broke as a muhfucka. Gotta bring the fire. Over and out.
Just nailed a job interview
like a bawse. now to practice poems. Slam tonight. Becoming part of a turning world again. Bout time.
Of Forearms and Fate. Bam.
Slammin this shiz...
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“If you can’t figure out what to slam with because you have too few poems,...”
– Scott Woods
Writing poems at midnight
still the best thing that’s happened to my life since ever.
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Still single
Beehive: hey what's up? Been awhile! How you doin?
Me: I'm aight. What up playa? S'happenin with you?
Beehive: tired man! SOOO ready to get out of here. How was your valentines? Did you whisper a poem to some lucky lady?
Me: no...no....I....haha...I mean...basically...I stayed home and cried into a semen stained pillow.
Beehive: ......hahaa........ergh....ready to order? What can I get you tonight?
Me: ........
Word
Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole. They’re making a killing at the top of the billing, it’s their role. And it’s all that they know. Some boys don’t listen. Some boys don’t listen at all. They don’t ask for permission. They lack inhibitions—no walls. And they get what they want. But some boys don’t know how to love. Some boys are...
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Sad facts and observations watching this weeks...
Meagan Good is criminally, painfully, completely inappropriately attractive.
In my head I am Hank Moody. In reality I am Charlie Runkle.
Karen is the perfect woman
RZA is a scary motherfucker
The song they produced for this episode is baller. I think it is called Dark Moon Over Me and I wish to god I could find it somewhere.
four of these alone now
happy tuesday.