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Saturday, 17 March 2012

Beautiful Day

Do you ever have those days where you're either driving or walking and you get this flash vision of something bad happening that would quickly ruin your moment? I was having a lovely stroll outside and this exact ordeal happened to me. While walking in this beautiful weather within a parking lot, an airplane crossed the sky above my head. Instead of thinking, "Gee, is that a Cessna 182?" I thought, "Gee, wouldn't this suck:

http://i19.tinypic.com/6c8pruo.jpg ?"

Wednesday, 07 March 2012

Some Days

After talking this over, I've realized that I don't post any random, funny images from Google anymore. Boy, I sure do miss those days. Therefore, here is your picture of the day. I title it,

"Some days, Hagwons"

Much appreciated, thanks.

-D

Saturday, 24 December 2011

And so this is Christmas...

Save the trees

Except on Christmas Eve.

Save the tradition.

There must be a symbol there,

Somewhere.

We bring the outside in.

From unique stories to

Not so settle hints,

We’ll give ourselves to any ear

Of any stranger.

I feel the heat behind

An older man’s anger

every time

I pass Salvation’s bell.

With nothing more than a gaze

To put in his cup, he’s baffled

How I can possibly witness

How cold he is,

How cold the poor must be,

And continue the stroll to

My jalopy with a smile.

I don’t need the guilt of a holiday to give.

Judge not those who donate the clothes

Of their back early on in the year.

Judge not those who put money

In little plastic baggies

Off the freeway while others roll up

Their windows and awkwardly stare off

In the opposite distance.

Santa, I’ve got the gift of caring.

What do you’ve got besides a

Reindeer, too many cookies to spare

And a flask?

We’ll all stars on our tree,

Aren’t we?

Save a religion by singing a song.

Save a puppy by singing REM.

There’s a Scrooge in honesty.

I feel cornered and gift wrapped.

Only there to make the most

Wonderful time of the year

Pretty and pleasant

By hanging in the collection

Along side the other ornaments.

Though it’s been said,

Many times and many ways,

May I go back outside?

Or are you coming in?

Monday, 12 December 2011

Since You Asked

We’re pissing in the river again.

Buying time, watching fish fly

to escape the colors of the rainbow

trout carry.

Pack up the care.

There goes your weight.

There goes your fear and

worry of your foes.

Swim as it sinks.

We’ll meet it at the bottom.

The worms in my stomach,

the parasites feeding off a lie,

are headed toward the bar.

I’m in my second trimester,

but at least NYC’s non-smoking.

~Country fields are-a-back-a-home.~

Piss on today!

What’s for dinner tomorrow?!

Turn off the TV.

Lets sit on the table.

The cat’s put up, her name’s a ballet.

But you wouldn’t know that, would you?

You remember what you choose, don’t you?

Two blondes

Married to the hunt.

Envy goes to the cheated.

Two daughters

And part-time survivors

in a bloody game of chess

bought in Mexico.

Strange missions

find sanctuary in a kiss

down where the crawdads live.

The grass is terrified

of missing a spot on Sunday

The 8 hour work day.

The day of rest.

Get ready-

Here come The Pure,

The Faithful,

The Baptist.

It’s a playful tune

in a soothing whistle

behind a strict hand.

Insomnia is afraid

of being left behind again.

No wonder,

the irony that fills the ear

when relief calls in

as your replacement.

Your biggest regret says,

to the day,

you changed once

you boarded the plane.

But most know,

we’ll never know.

Here are the keys-

Run now, as she’s drowning.

Your get away is awaiting.

Pack it up, Carolina,

or dig your way back to China.

Help the new set

of struggling strangers.

I’ll drink my own piss and river.