Archive for February, 2012

February 27, 2012

Daniel told me to write this…(Subzero, like Math not Batman’s)

The title is just a title.

A glimpse of subject within, and without, sort of.

Without a doubt.

Reflecting and expressing on the subject of the summary to enrich and enlighten those of the content.

Fortunately, this is a summary, because a completed work would not be held on such a small venue.

Fortunately, this is a venue, because a completed summary would not be held on such a small work.

Fortunately, this is a work, because a completed venue would not be held on such a small summary…

(Processing:  Readers, right now, are like:  Dot, dot, dot.  Question mark.  Words here, exploited-deleted.  And keep going or log off.  Read below though.)

It is only how we perceive matter that is rich, deep, and useful to our situation, that matters most to us…

(A satellite:

A piece of metal flung into space.  A piece of metal in one place.  A piece of metal on my mind.  A piece of metal falling within time. 

And that is what is above us, imagine what its like below…)



He keeps ripping loose-leaf out of his notebook, rolling them up and throwing them towards the trash.  He misses every time.  He does not sigh, he just watches his peer’s facial reactions.  He has conviction, concentration, questions, and few answers, but he won’t seem to stop throwing trees at the trash…

Spiritual and sassy, attractive and semi-trashy.  Interesting.  I see tits and I wonder, how big is the brain?  Tiny frame I see, big ideas, and what’s the big idea?  I used my interest to ruin the situation last night with questions of intrigue and an unintentional disapproving glance at the location.  At that location.  She left, but my phone kept ringing.  Silent is my favorite ringtone setting at times.  I just hate to turn it off…

He was happy, but his brother had passed.  Ashes aside the bar, ashes of life and death and respect.  Barring the anti-punctual, the timing and set was perfectly erected and disassembled.  A standing ovation at the theater of life.  Thank you, now please sit down.  Ashes, just ashes.  Ashes are just ashes now.  Similar to burnt paper, similar to burnt wood, and oil.  Similar to all and nothing, which is all and nothing.  Its all up in the air after that…

And it started like this:  What’s next?


‘Never knew what dirty was until I had a conversation with Daniel.  Something like 1 in 4, something like 80 percent of the population, something like variables, like prescription and diagnosis.  Born that way.  Born with it.  Thought that is.  Our talk consisted of drugs, sex, cars, super-glue, gays, monster truck tires, death, and almost rock and roll…  Almost.  We had been talking for an hour and we had only begun.  No judgement on both ends of the line, on all topics respectively.  I guess we weren’t fishing.  We got off the phone after that.  Still laughing.’


Have a good day.

I will.

And ask questions.

February 25, 2012

Dead Dear (No Names) is…

Please refrain from standing in my path.

Please give me my shirt and dignity back.

Please tell the guy you are with that you are evil and no good.

Please grow up.




Person of the week stayed a couple too long.

Please stay out of my area you are not wanted.

I am not upset.

Controlled emotions with an arsenal of words.



These words are history and stink of decay.

But it is how I felt one day, so I just had to say it this way.



I would laugh, but you took my breath away.

I would laugh, but it would break you.


I would cry but I am dehydrated.

I would cry but its not worth it to me.


I don’t know if I care about that stuff, you know(?) memories.



Y.  “Why are you so happy all the time?”

T.  “Because I am crazy…  I mean I love to be at work, no one hassles me here.”

Y.  “I didn’t mean it like it’s a bad thing, I just wondered why you smile all day and how you have such a positive attitude…”

T.  “Practice smiling, it will make you feel better.  Just smile.”




*Working knowledge, you are gonna want to stay in college.  I Write like I breathe:  solid.

February 22, 2012

Tell your Girlfriend I say Hi

Reeking of weed; everything but the mood.

We don’t smoke, we only bum what we can from ashes and smoke.

Don’t apologize.

She must have said sorry a thousand times for no reason.

The sex was sex.

Better than the person that doesn’t have it, they are jealous.

I guess it is as about as useful as Sunscreen in January.

Cold feet in Chuck Taylor’s; not at the altar, not this sailor.

Wrapped up and unwrapped, slowly calculating the location of the speed trap.

Cited for aggressive acceleration and living life thriving.

Mostly I know she will miss it when it isn’t there.

Ah, such is life.

My Ray Ban P’s help me see the bullshit a bit clearer, my tiny nose detects the smell a bit after.

How are you?  Super-exceptional, except for the glass isn’t half full.

It’s exactly sort of like that one thing we had talked about a while back the other day.

Tell him I said he is a Bitch, tell him I told you mean things and almost hit you.

Lie to him, like you lie to me, like you lie to your mirror, and like you lie to your existence.

Just make sure to smile.

I am a good witness.  🙂

I was drunk and you found me.

I was sober and nice and you wanted nothing to do with me.

Does every woman need a fix, or a fixer-upper?

My sorry is that I am white, blonde haired, blue eyed, and disliked for it.

Guys are jerks, especially the honest ones.

She said I didn’t have enough problems for her to fix.

I wanted to fix her honesty problem.

I didn’t drop out and I don’t live with my Mother, I am not your type. on estrogen, Dan said it.

Dan knows best.

How do you keep track?

Notebook, pen, paper, and a bunch of well placed stories.

Get that?

February 18, 2012

I Just Wanted to See You

I don’t care about Valentine’s day, I just wanted to see you.

Cards and dying flowers with falling petals never sufficed.

The pressure of approval didn’t make me think twice.


I don’t care about labels, I just wanted to see you.

I am yours, you are mine, but only with a title could it be meaningful, apparently.

Scarcely spending an hour with you can repair me from despair.


I don’t care about fidelity, I just wanted to see you.

You could be with all the boys on the block and still find yourself in my bed, by my accord.

Mentally your physical touch is more than one can afford.


I don’t care about your lies, I just wanted to see you.

You are truly a better story teller than I am, and I will listen to every word intently.

I swear I am telling the truth, will you bet me?  You just met me.


I don’t care about anything, I just wanted to see you.

Your eyes, your smile, your thoughts and ideas, they took me away for a moment, they made me forget what was real.

Absolutely everything is personal perspective; relatively relevant is the rational objective.


And I didn’t care.

But I should…



An AM conversation at 315 W. 15th.


“How are you wearing a T-shirt out here?”  K.

“How are you wearing a Sweat-shirt out here?”  T.

“It’s cold.”  K.

“Someone moved the heater, why don’t you move it back?”  T.

“Why do you ask so many questions anyway?”  T.

“Why…?  I ask a lot of questions?”  K.


W/Ms. Kaisa –

February 16, 2012

P.O.W.’s in relation to Contact Lenses

A war with my eyes.

The contacts finally infiltrated my head.

They got me seeing what they want me to see.

Better time has been spent.


Dirty fucking lenses, depressed.

Pull them out, wash them again, these transparent helpers.

Pull them out again, wash them, these irritating helpers.


Try not to drop them, an infection will put your bulbs out.

Try not to drop them, an infection will put your bulbs out.


Contacts in my eyes trying to act as though they aren’t; like a love not accountable for, a passing moment lost in thought.


Dirty view of the world, yet the lies are clearly defined.

It is no eyelash, that there is technology in your eye.


Despite the fact that my face has had a weight lifted off of its surface, it doesn’t feel right inside.

Although I hadn’t seen myself with my own eyes in years it doesn’t effect my perspective of the world.

Its so surreal.


My glasses sit in a case, like a coffin, which is in my bag, waiting for me to see it again from their side.

Old fashioned guy.


Blink again and I am reminded that I am alive.

Blink again and I realize the time.

February 12, 2012

Valentine’s Day with Cheap Flowers and Feelings (Do you Love me?)

Another day.

Any other day would have been forgotten.

An overload of work for trees (as in paper), printing presses (over extended labor), ink (blotted with tears), hallmarks (namesake by ears), and messengers (spinning gears).

365 days, and its like this once, have we lost our compassion?

New world ideas, respect them as fashion.

The norm and the standard, but forgotten right after, who is paying attention?

24 hours, or less, when do your eyes shut?

She sits and waits, while all time devours.

Small cuts,

and then deep cuts…

No hot shower could influence feelings otherwise.

Not a single rose, nor card could bring a smile to her face, exposed teeth never shown.

She hides her happiness with disgrace, and vise versa.

The human race has been treated and beaten to receive appeasement from heathens for reasons on specific dates.

On others not so much.

I forgot to mark the calendar, what day, what mistake?

Affectionately we smile.

Realization of self-need, and that’s it, brings us closer to the meaning of existence.

You attracted me and many, you are powerful and plenty.

Your expressions promote it, persuading, and begging for you to believe.

The meaning is created, imagined, and expressed within.

The whole world couldn’t take away your power to make yourself feel better, the only person that can do that is the person you live with.

Buy a coloring book and get through the first chapter before the rapture.

Crayons and your imagination are the most beautiful thing I could receive on any given day.

But we can over-appreciate just this once; the holy grail of love, and determination of expression.

No scheduled date really, no deception of real intentions.

Show your love today, and everyday, I am making Valentine’s Day cards all year round.  

You owe it to yourself and the person you love.  You owe it right now.

And for those of us undateable few, keep loving yourself, and keep getting through to those important people around you.

February 8, 2012

Equal rights: I am leaving the seat up.

I am a woman’s clothes collector, I share my belongings with the best.

I act hard when you ignore, but I won’t soon forget.

Keep my eyes on the gold and my mind on the green.

I miss this deadly romance, I want to make a scene.




February 7, 2012

Twin Cities Dialogue (It’s raining on my smile)

I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry.

I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t like it when you tried to make me happy.

I just wanted to let you know I don’t want to talk anymore.

I just wanted to let you know that you are a robot and have no emotion.

I just wanted to let you know that I hate your smile.

I just wanted to let you know I am letting you go.

I just wanted to let you know that I am going to act like someone I am not.

I just wanted to let you know that I am going to mimic you into doing something.

I just wanted to let you know that I will talk to myself as you walk off into the dark.

I just wanted to let you know you are just like every other person that I have ever dated.

I just wanted to let you know that you can’t buy love.

I just wanted to let you know that I don’t trust you, and I never have.

I just wanted to let you know that I think you should seek help.

I just wanted to let you know that you are self-righteous and white.

I just wanted to let you know that I am not the same.

I just wanted to let you know that I never want to speak to you again.

I just wanted to let you know that you just want to fuck me.

I just wanted to let you know that it was a mistake to call you last weekend for sex.

I just wanted to let you know that I was drunk.

I just wanted to let you know that we can’t be friends.

I just wanted to let you know that you never listen.

I just wanted to let you know that you always cut me off.

I just wanted you to know that.

That is all I wanted you to know.

What do you have to say about that?

When I think of it I will let you know…

I am moving, and I just wanted to let you know.

BTW:  I accept your apology.

February 7, 2012

i don’t care

Calvin Hopps

A kid, a cat, a rabbit, let me retract…

Calvin, it doesn’t matter he was loved and that’s it.

He lived on a porch under a blanket with not food and no water.

He lived in the dark with his own shit and piss as company.

Those words I chose to use, the sight of Calvin stuck like glue, those words I chose to use.

Calvin Hopps is hopping and stronger.


We understand no longer, and want approval from others for things that we do.

I don’t know and I won’t know so I don’t care what you do, not to be rude.


Marla wanted to move to Korea to change the lives of the native young.

Marla wanted to move to Korea but her existence in her homeland had not begun.

She hated Uncle Sam and all of his damn nephews and sons.

She hated all of them so much that she left you for a good one.

Marla’s deck was dirty, dishes unclean, room unkempt, and dreams broken at the seams.

It seems she dreamt too much and all of her life was a delusion of grandeur, but the thing she could not change was lying dead in her pasture.


We understand no longer, and want approval from others for things that we do.

I don’t know and I won’t know so I don’t care what you do, not to be rude.


Tom had no money, no steady love, and no real friends.

His job was in a big box shaped building, and he had had it for many years.

Robots could do it better.

His whole life was a weekend of work and there was no end to be seen.

A far cry from what he had become, and a step down from where he was from.

He could not handle the talk, suggestions, and opinions of others.

He tried to tell them- “Mind your own business Motherfucker.”

Tom put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger only to find that he could not afford the bullets he needed to be free.

Tom works hard to fill the chamber.


We understand no longer, and want approval from others for things that we do.

I don’t know and I won’t know so I don’t care what you do, not to be rude.


Sheltered eyes can’t see the pain.

Sheltered ears can’t hear the screams.

Sheltered minds can’t think of the thought.

Sheltered in life, all time is lost.

Sheltered in life, all time is lost.


We understand no longer, and want approval from others for things that we do.

I don’t know and I won’t know so I don’t care what you do, not to be rude.