Posts tagged ‘money’

July 3, 2017

Useless thoughts

Probably we should protest high rents
Or how fathers dont get maternity leave
Or how class divides us: rich and poor
But no matter, we are already distracted

June 19, 2017

dads day

i didnt really get to say much about my dad
on father’s day, but he was a good person.  
biggest funeral la crescent will ever see.
that is with me.  now after 3 years underground
many conversations removed
the same inscrutable believings of what he would have wanted
and everyone trying to get over on that too.
its hard to give reason, excuses or meaning to.  
things, they: just happens.  are how it is.  …and people die.  
yeap, and then i sit here thinking hard
and envision my everything vanish quickly;
was naked in a motel room hungover watching tv getting calls
and i become him for two seconds
hoping that some evil stepparent wouldnt take everything.  
no surprise, it costs currency to see me now;
i am a reborn materialist because
a lots been taken, lost.  it takes unhinged
strength to drive up past grandmas house
and see strangers for the caretakers of where i grew up
unknowing of the past ills and hollowed dust.  
sort of like mine once, how to usurp everything.
the saint-gaudens eagle, the burnt will, the rent to feed mouths.
it makes me soft like nursing homes and very bad news.  
thats why i don’t say much about it anymore.
maybe some day i might change my mind.
maybe some day it wont matter.
maybe some day, anyway.

April 25, 2017

Thoughts atleast/bad teeth

It’s still there in the dim light rained-out day, a thought i might die. Even the hospital guards count me insane, waste of time. As others run to their trains. Dangerous toils, apathy. –worry that is, a waste. Not me nor these sorts of ideas. Love all they say then question their opines with sharp knives and narrowed eyes and whys. Our taste. Our take. Our place. I give up. Felt better the money spent on pure health, better myself–broke to death this debt tho. It’s still there, missed diagnosis, malfunction of the lot, real insurance, assured. Not… Me? im still there and will bear it like good merits to cherish. Got to smile more. Got to eat more. Got to be more. Sleep? cant afford. Leave it all at the door. Ere. And bad mouth and bad gums and bad teeth. Me, nice thoughts at least. Geeze…no reprieve.

April 5, 2017

social sensitivities

here i see social sensitivities
so let’s stretch
his hands out and ride the 16
to the 67 to wind in the face and more wait…

or really cry about
something that won’t happen, ever.
like justices being served in prison terms;
like i won a million dollars.
and the crux of the biscuit is:

we know jason isbell personally,
sort of through someone else, a best friend,
through someone else, a wife,
through someone else, a bandmate
and probably not.

Bourdain said it right tho…
right there on the tv
with Bill Murray over Budweiser
or whisky or wine or food or jagermeister…

all because of a tee shirt
all because of a wet cough

and some sort of talk about needed monies.
but that’s truly a redundancy.

seeing pretty houses and i might buy mine own
all from the comfort of this overpriced rental,
on my living room couch,
just sitting next to you.

January 28, 2017

adulting in st paul on a saturday, and then belfast

here for
an empty glass
growler
once filled
with coins. $52.something.
turned into food.

the capital hanging
its pale dome
on the dim shoulders’
of University Ave
in the fore.

there, loving couples
at a cross-
walk, smiled;
where i’d
been before,
and am now.

the statue of liberty
played by a man,
nausea teal,
holding this bright sign:
we pay cash inside,
how american, on this corner.

i sit in a turn
pulling to the side,
brown bags and
local ipas in the trunk,

mouthing an old song
while feigning
Ryan Gosling
in Drive–mechanic’s glove hands,
tight grip on
the supple wheel.

all before 11 am
some intersection
crossing Lexington Parkway
and light rail tracks
in St Paul, going, hungry, mad.

*

and then, thinking of
a hotel in Belfast
conversing continental divides
over continental
breakfast,

and the divided conversation,
and the painted murals,
and how
people took photos
on their phones
inside of a bus because we couldn’t safely get out.

January 16, 2017

how to improve paying back your student loans: an interaction about income-driven repayment

i just spent the
last ten minutes of my morning
talking
to Anthony from
StudentLoans.gov
about
how they could improve
their website’s user
interface and experience.
i said:
make repaying student loans
so easy that it
could be done on accident,
so easy that my mom
could pay it back
and it would be a surprise.
-you see, i said, i have a blog
where people can donate with a button-
no big site, no ads, just simple,
even you could donate…
then i told them
to have their bosses
contact me,
call me back,
i am free all day for MLK,
i would tell them about
reforming student loan repayments
for everyone dealing,
i told them i would
do it for free, no charge.
now i await their call, for everyone.

November 20, 2016

Dude, shut up: the real life discussions of Facebook

dude… shut up.
mom, take
that picture
of me
off of
Facebook,
my hair does not look good…,

KT is always
photogenic.
mom!

*
did you know
you
are still on Facebook?
Terry!
when i
put your name
in it still
comes up.

*
you know
it’s going to
suck when
it costs you
money to
remove photos
from Facebook.

*
just delete that
picture of me;
mom, i told you
which one?
i liked…
i will take it down.
OBVIOUSLY.

*
ok,
what’d you say
which one
did you like,
i didn’t like any
of them…
delete it!
i don’t like
any of them!

*
i might
unfriend you.
Terry’s on
Facebook.
(i can find
myself right here.)

November 17, 2016

there are no part-timers in a capitalistic world.

true activism is
very important,
especially to
the career activist,
because
even if there
isn’t a problem yet
there is still
rent to pay.

and perhaps always
some imagination
to make.

October 28, 2016

loving the art

i am no grant writer,
i keep a simple blog;
as an unsolicited writer,
carte blanche & song.

*

i think you should write too.

September 16, 2016

pressing press

there are no carte blanche,
genuinely autonomous
scribes in this city.

everything for novel;
muse: money, fame, cohorts–
certain derivatives of old…

they want to be noticed
but not for such reasons,
for something like gods.

Zum Beispiel: nothing is fair,
i lost my one love,
no body understands me,
and something about trees.