Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Advanced Problems
Every Time You Lick A Stamp, You Consume 1/10 Of A Calorie
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Around Your 30th Birthday
Around your 30th birthday
you will discover that your body
is not a temple.
It's a den
full of predators.
And you'll be trying
to make friends with them
the rest of your life.
Or, at least, trying to keep
them in a deep sleep
by sneaking quietly around
yourself
With Xanax and alcohol.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Maybe This Is Something
Friday, September 11, 2009
Totals
Monday, September 7, 2009
California Dreamin'
We were holding hands walking right down the middle of Hollywood Boulevard.
The holding of our hands started to have it's own heart.
We looked down at where our wrists met, and there it was, beating, red and growing warm.
Then you stopped to tie your shoe, and I had to hold the heart all by myself.
It slid out of my hand like a fish, then turned into a kickball and started bouncing down the Boulevard.
I ran after it, but each bounce got higher and higher.
Pretty soon, I was at the rim of the Grand Canyon, and my father was being chased by a mountain lion.
I started to run after him, but a band of wild horses circled my mother.
She was sitting on a foldable camping chair, shaking.
The horses were kicking and biting and closing in on her.
I had now had a rope.
I tried to lasso them, but my teeth began falling out.
I kept lassoing them, and collected my bloody teeth with the other hand,which turned into a sieve.
Every time I yelled to her, I threw up bloody gravel,which used to be my teeth, and my sieve hand could only catch one or two pieces.
I worried that by the time I got to the dentist, I'd have nothing to give him.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
One Definition Of Loneliness
One definition of loneliness
is learning that your favorite author,
the one you really understand,
the one you’re sure would’ve really gotten you,
the one that took your stupid happiness and your boring depression
and made you underline it -- even put a star or exclamation point next to it --
killed himself because he decided it wasn’t worth it.
His death turned a great writer into just a dead body in an instant
but was recorded as approximately
between the middle of September and October
because no one called or came over.
He rotted in front of a window for weeks
until a police man found him.