petite syrah
honey mustard pretzels
gummy bears
the tantalizing
tickling of the
toungue
these flavors dance
with one another
never having met before
but i introduce them
in the most unlikely
circumstance
why shouldn’t they meet
they each have their own
unique path to
my tastebuds
enjoy this limited friendship
as i don’t plan to introduce
the three of you to each other
ever again
they say a picture is
worth a thousand words
so I guess a picture of a
pile of shit
has more to say than I do
unless
I write another
969 words
they say that books
are always better
than the movie
how then
could a moving picture
that goes on for over 2 hours
not tell a better story than the
written word
it looks to me like
we�ve been bamboozled
all these years
and I can�t figure out
whether to look at more
pictures
or read more
books
decisions like this
plague me daily
creating forks of thought
and decisions
that shape the rest of
my life
grown men riding
tiny bicycles
homeless, disheveled man
standing proudly
having what looks to be
a very interesting conversation
with
himself
woman sitting next to her
children
while they make flowers
out of straw for money
on the street
as she talks on her
cellphone
large crowd pleasing
asian acrobat
finished with his show
relaxing with a
pepsi
pop lockers
body rockers
dancers from the breakin�
days
too fucking many people
offering you a temporary
tattoo
restless small child
running through the store
while dad grows tired
i have to go
in bed i lie
trying
to fall asleep
i’m on my stomach
and begin to
swing my leg
back and forth
i scream with
immense pain
as a hangnail on my pinky toe
gets snagged with the covers
how could something
so small
so meaningless
hurt
so much
it triggered a memory of
an internet surf session
a while back
i pointed the mouse to my
bizarre folder under favorites
to visit a site i frequent
and found a video of a man
called the Subtractor
i guess there is a
sub-culture that has
bored themselves simply
tattooing the body
thus graduating to body modification
well Subtractor’s mods
involve self amputation of
toes and fingers
why am i telling you this
i forget
I’m lying in bed
The ceiling fan spins above me
But it’s no use
It just circulates the warm stale air
My eye catches this large ray of light
And I see the small particles of dust
Whirling within it so fluidly
I’m trying not to move
But I’m so uneasy
And my body does not obey my mind
I turn to look at
The cold glass of water
With floating ice cubes
Streaks of water are slowly
Streaking down the sides
And I pretend I am one of them
Cold and colliding against the
Warm wood below
These are the thoughts
Going through me right now
As my brain is fried by both
The climate and my life
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