happy holidays y’all…

a general good morning

i’m not here to compete
with anyone over anything.
why bother? i’d rather be
playing swing-set games
past my expiration date
whenever it’s time to grow
up or find something else
to do for kicks.

one too many early hour slap-
dash pinners seeking a kind
effect; pulling a knife & spiking
my own punchbowl with bad
luck & proclivities for soft
baked pretzels knotted into
unpretzel shapes already
smoldering in the oven.

aces flick-a-trick brings a
little light into the room. temper-
ate zone behavior because
everything is different when
i can see it all laid out in
front of me; a toy map to
practice on where i can
fuck it all up without any
repercussion. my eyes are
half-open & i can kinda see.

plungers already done yeoman
work pushing the night past
another day. since i’m not
wearing black until damn good
& ready, i can pretend master
peri-sensibility like i had class,
like i was going to rick’s to
drink with sasha, dreaming of
a future whose most notable
quality is recognizability to
the past. everyone lives here
now-a-days…

we don’t always throw
bricks at windows &
each other; ya
gotta save something
for special occasions.

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Inspired by my poet friends. I’d list out y’all but there are too many, and besides, who inspired what line matters only to the rail-thin set of razor’s darlings. We, not being they, do not concern ourselves with such things. I’ve been missing in action for a while, for which I apologize to anyone who has read this poetry blog & deserves a visit back. I’d make a claim of irresponsibility, but you knew that already.

Special thanks to the 10th Muse (way better of a poet than #’s 9 or 11) for my first opportunity to read live (in public no less) Friday, April 22nd in Richmond. Go read her kick ass poetry @ Arspoetica and if you find yourself in Richmond, VA this Friday, look it up. I guess I should get new earrings.

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4 Responses to “happy holidays y’all…”

  1. Happy holidays to you too! Very good news about the 22nd of April, I wish I was somewhere near Richmond, well write a poem about the experience after that. Liked very much the bricks saved for special occasions! Smiles!

  2. belladonna23 Says:

    sounds like it was a real horrowshow. And like the rare good times i have when i have a night to spare wtih friends. god damn, this made me realize just how much i need to kick it.
    (by the way, please don’t mind the “clockwork orange” reference)

  3. sharp wordplay as ever. the spiking of the punchbowl with bad luck hits home with me, especially, and i love the last verse on throwing bricks. words to the wise.

    let’s just hope nothing gets thrown tomorrow night. see ya then.

  4. Free the damn Parrot!!!

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