Trigger the horse you rode in on

Triggers,
they drag us through the mud
submerse our judgement in weakness
tango with our senses

I used to have a trigger finger
and
a trigger to remember
and
a memory to forget
and
more time
and
triggers

Now that horse doesn't come around much.

sometimes
it's best to look
a gift horse in the mouth

Their website really pisses me off

I hate it when I accidently click on that link
it takes me to that stupid fucking site
You know the one.
Well all do it.
It's in the browser "favorites" list
next to a website that's actually liked

I wish I could delete it
from the favorites
I didn't put it there

I wonder how much traffic they get from me in any given month?
30 unique accidental views?
50 unique accidental views?


They probably think I care.

That's fucked up.

Their website really pisses me off.

A Preference for Cards

You know, not so long ago,things would get busy around this blog; real busy. Now It won't be long and all the posts with visible comments won't be on the front page.

Lost gospel. Caveman drawings. Scrolls.

Perhaps the past is always more popular than the present. The olden days are swiss bank accounts for nostalgia.

Write a poem
people read
some comment.
Sometimes clever
and others insightful.
Sometimes a poem
would bomb,
but we'd all move on.

Now I type out into ether
and
occasionally
I wonder where they all went.

A popular poet amongst poets cannot last.

Sooner or later
someone's despair
drips
onto
someone's melancholy

and the next thing you know they've all fallen like dominos.

That's why I prefer cards.

Christ, I hate cards.

Deconstructionist Blues

I am almost finished with a Klosterman book. I found myself laughing from the first paragraph.

Yet, it's like I'm reading it as two different people.


One whom loves fun. One whom must deconstruct.

The humorous theories amuse, but I find myself deconstructing the work.
More the theory than the actual deconstruction K man is applying, though sometimes that too.

I stop myself. It's vacation.

Is there such a thing as surface value intellectualism?

I'll take a side and more of that tea please.

The spoon people sidle
the ocean simply is
all this and more
freshness warrantied
clamor for the goal
fight. tough. squishy.
salty lips and reddened eyes
curly hair and straight tails.
Long tales and short days.
relax. the surface is calm