Monday, January 27, 2014

Small Talk


Harsh fluorescent
Slits
Through the blather
Punitive in its insistence to go on and go on, on, on, on.  

In small talk—caught—like
Fireflies in jars.

Light up.
Necessity required by unflinching protocol.

Polite questions
How was your day?
Chop into thoughts
Finish the paper?
Worth having.

If you mumble off a rehearsed script,
Perhaps they’ll applaud your performance.

Miniature minds making minute motions,
Moving minuscule matters
Nowhere.  

Friday, January 17, 2014


Things I have Learned:
A Confessional List:
In 20 years:

I do not like the appearance of new born babies which rather remind me of crinkly, rude, and bald-faced monkeys, and I believe it takes new-borns at least a few months to obtain that cuddly cuteness which they are so well known for.

There are quite few things that cheer me up more than a hot cup of tea with a friend while sharing big belly laughs and bites of chocolate cake. And if she eats the cake and I eat the frosting, that is alright by me ‘cuz everyone knows that the middle bits of cake, where the frosting lays all snug as a bug between cakey layers, is the best part.

Falling snow is ok and even quite pretty if it stays outside where it belongs and you can look at it from behind a glass window while inside warming snug socked feet by a roaring fire, your car is in a garage, and you don’t have anywhere to go for the next few days. In any other circumstances, I don’t rather care for it.

More people should keep plants in their living spaces. They’re pretty, add character, and supply the world with more oxygen which, who knows, we might one day desperately need. Save the world, buy a plant.

Graffiti is actually quite pleasing to me. My inner rebel wants to high five the little punk who got away with it, take them aside privately so I won’t be laughed at, and ask them how their spray paint stayed so neat-like in the lines and how on god’s green earth did they reach that high on that bridge.

When in new countries, do as the locals do. And if they urge you to taste something you’re wary of, say, little dried crispy fish with the eyes still bugging out at you and the bones going crunch crunch, you should probably just go ahead and eat it. If they’ve built up tolerance towards it, you can too. Anyways, it’s just polite and too many Americans give the U.S. a bad reputation. If you can avoid doing so, do.

Wearing white is quite chic and there is nothing that is really as sexy than a plain white t-shirt. But you should know if you are the kind of person who gets, say, smudges of chocolate on your t-shirt. And if you are that person, I would advise that you probably steer away from a white tee and veer towards a more forgiving brown.

Few things can provide more inspiration than a hot shower. Open pores, open mind.

It is easy to under-estimate how much confidence shaving your legs can give you, but believe me, if you have not done so in awhile and you are feeling down, spending a few intimate minutes with a razor can do wonders for your self esteem.

Don’t ever come between a man and his video games.

Love is not butterflies in the tummy nor romantic dinners nor hand-holding nor kisses nor secret adventures. Love is a choice. 

Life goes on. 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

SKIN


Growing into your skin hurts.
Rips tears peels away old life
Exposing chalky bloodless bone.

Necessary pill to swallow,
Lump left in throat.
Skin shed in a pile snake-like.

Sitting in the corner crouched fetal
Like unborn baby,
Earth unknownst-- believing believing believing.

Eyes set on the stain-glassed image of
What should be.
Never faltering blue eyes.

They spirit you away to a land of fairytales
But glass shatters,
Cinderella no more.
Ravens pluck them out.

Whimsy is dead,
Practicality promenades proudly past.

Lady Godiva
Stripped naked of skin.
Bloody beat broken bent body.

Dressed in rags of insecurity and doubt,
You have no option but to
Dance.
Dance dance dance.
Drag through the dirt fear.
Squash doubt in the mud.

Solid gold hair splinters in sun-light.
You are you.
Mark it proudly, make it so.

You are anew.
Not how you pictured but--
Happy merely alive.  

Your new skin stretches,
Bends over elbows and knobby nicked knees.
Adulthood skin. Worth fighting for.