Surface Conversation

People are talking

What once sounded like forced courtesies

Now sounds like empty souls

Brains looking for rewards

Trying to laugh when nothing is funny

Forcing a smile after a morning of frustration

Cackling

Like witches without magic powers

Like disney hyenas

Happy to be employed

Sociable and kind

In a good mood

But nevertheless, bullshitting each other

There is no learning, there is no mutual understanding, there is nothing on the table

Poker without money

Dancing to no music

A language without adjectives

If our self-esteems were a stock market

We'd be experiencing hyperinflation

Looking Up

The doubts knock against my front door

I must tend to them

The habits sleep on the back porch

I must shoo them

Vigilance is my post

The Lord keeps my heart a-rythym

And I maintain my breathe

In spite of the mild upkeep, my state is deteriorating

It is nighttime, as always

And the moon is arbitrary

What matters is hope

And the reality of the near future

Another

Create a system and then put so much energy behind it that it's unstoppable

The United States of Americans

WOW!!!

Look at that

3 branches....WOW!

Judges, Legislators and Executive

Dude! 3 branches

dude! a black president, let's go out for breakfast and smoke weed

the big picture is grand and the details get forgotten

just remember that we are right and they are wrong

50 senators, right? No, it's 100. Barbara Boxer and Feinstein plus Reid and McCain and whatevs

Obama can veto. Executive order. He plays basketball and has a dog named Bo.

DEMOCRATS WIN!!!

let's go home

who cares/ motivation (part 2)

Song, good song

don't forget yet

fuck that guy, who am I?

...such vulgar thoughts

...distraught

When? when will it make sense?

I want to invent cold fusion

And be a superbillionaire

and sleep with supermodels

and sleep with exotic beauties

and sleep with powerful, dissatisfied women

to our mutual satisfaction

proud, powerful, and content and fuck you all

The lion within, the scaredy cat within, the retard within

I am just another struggling artist

another drowning victim

Another 4th place olympian

who cares/ motivation

No one will read this

So ill read it fast

Why am I even reading amateur poetry?

Because he is my so-called friend?

this is too self-reflexive

What, is he joking?

This is garbage

I don't think this is garbage

I don't understand this

What is he getting at?

This really is stupid

This is the same frustration I feel all day

What am I doing?

Not the generation

We don't want books
We don't like recipes
We don't have time for recipe books

Subway takes 3 minutes, plus 20 seconds if you want it toasted.
"Combo, chips and drink?"

She didn't even say a complete sentence. She didn't even put the indefinite article "a" before drink.

Im back in my car in 3 min 34 sec. I just broke my PR. I'm waiting for the first self-service Subway.

Blog

Robert Frost comes in, his words stir emotion
Will I be a better poet?
Never, but I don't have this aim

The world does not need another artist
Nor another writer, at least not of my calibur

The world needs not another unbiased storyteller
Another Shakespeare
Another shuffling of words

The world needs help
Help sorting through too much information
Help with finances, medical problems, psychogical black holes
Help with self-help

But I have my own problems
I sit here, may as well be Neptune, and I claim to know what people need
Who the hell am I too claim to understand the world?

You will see.