Category: General

Everything

This impossible ear

There’s no Fleishman’s this impossible ear
Gotta bake in the morning to avoid a self-sear
Cooling of the cast iron might just take a year
Hope you like fluffy bread more than fizzy beer

(Apologies to Brendon Urie)

Next!

An unerring beat
Gossamer second hand of
Time chases us all

Figure it the fuck out for yourself

When I wake up I want to be dangerous
Too much revenge on a world of beauty
and joy
and destruction

Every new sin prepaid for
Behind, the narrows with footsteps still clear
The turquoise expanse nears
To fall
Or take flight

The heat and the ashes and the layover
When hope was bright
Fifteen seconds to despair
Which too was ripped
From my heart

At the end I knew in the moment
Don’t ask me how, I will never have that answer
All that is left for me now
Is to become new in the moment
Again

And again

Sisyphean speed bump

Every step away takes the whisper of foam further
Each decisive turn becomes a haunting at 4am
When the dry branches scrape the window, releasing the need for rest

Once a home with music and magic and laughter
Now dodge the echoes, no corner to hide
Comfort, no longer desired, packed neatly behind flaps of cardboard
Until time demands it has decayed into scrap nobody could desire

I watch dispassionately as the fury flies around
Once collapsed in exhaustion, tucked neatly into the ashes
To rouse again and again with every reverberation

Are facts indeed a prison
Wardened by the idea that an empirical best practice
Removes all free will
Leaving only errors for humanity to celebrate

Imagine lying down above his rock, The rock
Will you be crushed by the hope?
Or is it a freeing kindness to embody the futility?

Use that energy to prepare for the future
Which will never again be today

It’s a bass guitar

You just might have to pronounce that differently than your first instinct

Since there are no big waves, it’s obviously tuned to “sea flat.”

Wake up!

I will now take a /goofy bow

Give and take

There’s an inherent paradox I quite enjoyed today in the fact that immediately after getting two vaccines, I had to wander down to the lab to get blood drawn. It’s like the medical version of “Dueling Banjos.”

It was a lot of blood, too – I had to sit there for 10 minutes to fill up all the vials. Another fun parallel: the nurse smacking my arm to get a vein to come up is much like anyone with a non-squeeze, glass bottle of ketchup.

Now that I think back on it, she was probably just hitting me remembering the last time I was there.

Sub-par humor

So, first we lost the Titanic there. Then, the Titan went missing.

If past results are any indication, we’ll drop two more letters and the next vessel to disappear will be the Tit?

It’s a supluralative

The plural of “you do you” is obviously “y’all do y’all.”

I do not believe further discussion is warranted on the subject.

Except perhaps to add that the plural of “y’all do y’all” is “all y’all do all y’all.”

Can you figure out why I’m disappointed before I tell you?

As I was going to lunch, I stopped by my car in the parking garage. This involves going from floor 2 to floor 5.

As I get in the elevator, there is another gentleman there, with a giant trash can on wheels. Floor six (the top floor) is already lit up, and as I go to push the button for 5, I notice that the trash can is filled with fire extinguishers.

I will omit the needless details of polite elevator chit-chat. I exit on 5 and go to my car.

It only takes a few moments to figure out that he is boringly replacing fire extinguishers, instead of the much more exciting concept of riding the trash can down the parking garage propelled by the extinguishers.

And that is when the disappointment set in. I had even hoped to see him jettison used canisters as ballast on his way down.