Made It

If you wait long enough,
maybe
the destination will arrive at you.

If chivalry is really dead,
then maybe I should stop minding
its fontanelle.

Extinction

When my internet lags,
I feel as though someone
dropped me in the La Brea tar pits.

Maybe it was a slow connection
that killed the dinosaurs.

Wasting Time

There's an undeniable
beauty
in sleeping
till noon.

But why
does it feel
so wasteful?

Ode on a Just Salad Black Bowl

Today I saw one in the wild,
cradled in a stranger's hand.
My base temptation at once was riled,
the sight was near too much to stand.
And I thought to snatch it from their grasp
if only so I could briefly clasp,
that beautiful black bowl.
Because my salad loving soul
longs with every single beat,
to fill that bowl with cheese, and beets.

But in my heart I couldn’t steal,

that patron’s hard-earned bowl
for I would know how it would feel
to exist with a bowl-shaped hole
in your lunch-time routine.
For my life has quite sadly been
bereft of the bowl so black,
and my daily trips to Just Salad lack
the ecstasy of that ebon dish.
O, to have one is my dearest wish.

Ye Just Salad deities, if you are truly just

teach me how this bowl is earned
I’ll do anything that I must.
These months, each day at lunch I’ve yearned,
to take the vessel to Just Salad
and sing a tender loving ballad
to my black-bowl of kale.
And now we must ask at the end of my tale,
will it be one of pain or pleasure?
Will I ever find a bowl, that I can truly treasure?

Anonymous

Anon,
a naan,
and on and on,
na Na na Na
na Na na Na.

Javelin

It's smooth arc
was a beauty to behold.

But

He never saw the spear,
until it burst through it chest.

A Dream of Autumn

Today,
for just a moment,
I thought that it was fall.

What a lovely thought.

Trying to Find

Today I looked for an envelope
that I had misplaced on top of my dresser
some time ago.  So I began to
dig through a pile soy miscellany.

Magazines, receipts,
a ziploc bag full of coins.
Ticket stubs,
gum wrappers,
a fresh peppermint.

Fifteen to twenty
other envelopes.

Pens, deodorant,
a slightly broken comb.
Playbills,
my wristwatch,
a baseball cap.

Some particleboard,
a pile of socks,
freshly washed towels.
Shims, a rug,
the floorboards.

Aw, shit.
Now I better start looking for some nails.

Run

Aching muscles,
sore feet,
crackling knees,
sandpaper lungs.

Bite marks.

Turns out,
I can't outrun a horde of zombies.

Gowanus

There once was a man from Gowanus

whose favorite dish was cow anus.

     He'd braise it in wine

     till it tasted quite fine.

That silly gourmet from Gowanus.

Brining

It's a slow process

Water pressure

welling against tissue.

The salt burrows into muscle and fat,

clawing through tissues,

breaking down proteins, cell

by cell.

Pressure welling against tissue.

Saturated

Pressure welling against tissues,

forcing expansion in muscle and fat.

Breaking down,

cell

by cell

until the meat

is

changed.

Denatured

And constantly, the relentless pressure

Don't try to hold it in

Don't try to hold it in

Super Lazy

I never wish

for super powers more

than when I'm standing

at the foot of a staircase

thinking about teleportation.

For Tupac

When I'm gone,

don't cry for me.

Just boot up our

favorite memory.

Simple Songs

Sometimes I wish I was

a little bit taller, and

I wish I was a baller,

but then I remember,

I'm sexy and I know it.

Nerves

Sometimes I get so jittery,

I worry that I will start vibrating

fast enough to just

disappear.

Age Ain't Nothing But a Number

Hey,

watch your language,

buddy.

My inner child can hear you.

Bang

I may become desensitized,

in my old age,

to many things that once

terrified me.

Dark nights,

now full of shadows

concealing only

laundry piles.

The hole

in my wall,

plastered over.

Middle school,

well,

finished.

But piercing noises

never seems to dull.

I fear one will be

the death of me.

Cavities

Little empty pockets

make it excruciating,

but I can't stop

eating candy.

The Cost of Comfort

America had

the warmest March on record;

my power bills soared.