Amore
Into the depths of winter break now...and wondering why my life still even HAS a winter break. Heh. I'm going to be in school until I'm dead, probably. Not really much to say, more poetry from the summer will have to do.
Paranoia
Its disturbing really,
the neverending gaze of others
upon you.
Constantly.
Mistrusting our induction,
we stare back at our own gawkers,
and snicker when they say
"Y'all"
like they are about to slap us
with hot dogs full of cheese.
Meanwhile, the best they have to offer
plays pool in her evening dress.
We All Do It,
Even the best of us.
We all somehow waste our time.
How can we criticize each other for it?
Whenever anyone tells me:
"I'm praying for you,"
I think
"Wow, what a waste of time."
As if getting stoned and watching cartoons
somehow
fulfills my potential.
Untitled
Its when you don't treat it as art
that is when it becomes a machine,
a cog,
a wheel,
gears tearing with no thought.
Thats when you lose it,
when you are lost.
If you don't care enough
to regard it as art,
then jesus...
why do it?
Assaulted Nuts
There is nothing worse
than watching someone force themselves
to dance.
Its like watching a car accident,
or a rape.
Without all the noise and such.
Daylight
The glow from our electronically mediated cultures spreads,
the sped up particles permeate people's possibilities.
It is past mightnight,
but I've seen the light:
TOSHIBA, up there on the bar,
illuminating a night filled with short skirts
and inappropriate hats.
We dance like cows on grass,
like crabs on sand.
We fight like deer,
and we love
like us.
No one is innocent.
No one.
Paranoia
Its disturbing really,
the neverending gaze of others
upon you.
Constantly.
Mistrusting our induction,
we stare back at our own gawkers,
and snicker when they say
"Y'all"
like they are about to slap us
with hot dogs full of cheese.
Meanwhile, the best they have to offer
plays pool in her evening dress.
We All Do It,
Even the best of us.
We all somehow waste our time.
How can we criticize each other for it?
Whenever anyone tells me:
"I'm praying for you,"
I think
"Wow, what a waste of time."
As if getting stoned and watching cartoons
somehow
fulfills my potential.
Untitled
Its when you don't treat it as art
that is when it becomes a machine,
a cog,
a wheel,
gears tearing with no thought.
Thats when you lose it,
when you are lost.
If you don't care enough
to regard it as art,
then jesus...
why do it?
Assaulted Nuts
There is nothing worse
than watching someone force themselves
to dance.
Its like watching a car accident,
or a rape.
Without all the noise and such.
Daylight
The glow from our electronically mediated cultures spreads,
the sped up particles permeate people's possibilities.
It is past mightnight,
but I've seen the light:
TOSHIBA, up there on the bar,
illuminating a night filled with short skirts
and inappropriate hats.
We dance like cows on grass,
like crabs on sand.
We fight like deer,
and we love
like us.
No one is innocent.
No one.