Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Rough, Buddy.

 I made the mistake of having faith in people. Which is strange for me, considering I'm more bitter than optimistic, these days. I'm judgmental and unforgiving, I don't trust strangers, and I certainly don't like meandering around populated areas alone at night. But for some unknown reason, this election, I thought, "What the hell. People literally can't be THAT stupid."

They can. They are. It makes me sick. It makes me unsteady, to realize with disbelief that more than half of this country actually thinks the way they do. That they think this ego-inflated, mentally-deficient, morally-antagonistic, machismo-driven sexual offender is a Better Choice. 

They actually think that. It blows my mind, I can watch five minutes of this man speaking through his fucking duck-face, and I feel my IQ start to sink just to understand what he's saying. Maybe I'm one of the stronger ones, who could pull away before my mind snapped and regressed to the terrible twos, where the rest of his support group mentally dwells. 

Some sort of large scale Enchantment, a charm to numb weak minds and take control, that would do the trick. Some black magic, real evil shit, if that were true that would make things so much easier. See if that WAS the case, that would imply that there was magic, and if there was magic, I would magic missile his ass so hard we would, as a collective, get our IQ's returned to us. 

But no, this world blows, and more than half the people in it blow (which is a fucking lot of people.) And it is really hard to keep shit together when the absolutely unbelievable is happening right beside you, know what I mean? 

I'm so sorry to all of you out there who expected more from us. I wish there were a greater number of us who thought the way I do, who feel how I feel, but evidently there are... fewer than I thought. 

It's sad really. Like realizing you're an endangered species. That any day might be the last time your thoughts are heard, your words spoken. That any day you could say something that makes perfect sense, and the people around you will see you as other.

Well. At least it's a pretty day out. 

Monday, August 19, 2024

View From The Bottom

 I can see a lot from here. It isn't what people really want to see, but there's still a lot of it. For example, there are so many different kinds of shoes; sneakers, loafers, galoshes, sandals, spike heels, you name it. And some of them are really nice. 

Honestly, I would much rather get stepped on by a pair of black and white oxfords that shine like the barrel of a gun, then a pair of faux-gold strappy sandals that are pretending to be Grecian. 

Guess it's just a preference thing. I'm still getting stepped on after all. 

People drop things though, and they end up down here. Long forgotten treasures that fall out of pockets or tumble off of trucks. People who were discarded along the way who get sick of the climb, they end up here, too. Well-loved markers. A worn and patched wallet. A piece of someone's tail light from when their car was towed away.

I guess I count as one of them, now. A cast-off. A rat cast into the river with a pair of cement shoes.  I'm not entirely surprised, I do this to myself ALL the time. I am the absolute worst of myself, to myself. Come on, where else would be easier to aim it? And I'm SUCH an easy target too, God I know just what makes me tick. 

It is really hard to be excited about the things you love when no one gives a shit Oop, sorry, at it again. Let me try that one more time. 

It is really hard to be excited about the stupid shit you love when there's a voice shouting in your head.

It is really hard to be anything with that voice telling you nothing but the hard truth talking smack about everything all the time. 

Except bored. It's easy to be bored. Because if I'm bored it means that I am not fucking anything up at least have time to try and convince myself NOT to be an ass to myself. 

I can't even turn the firehose off, it's just cold and damp and getting very full in here, and I keep hearing--

You know what, I think that's it for today. 

Thursday, May 9, 2024

Pour

 I know the danger now,

of letting things flow, 

fingers stretched and grasping

holding, stretching, molding, yes

yes

pouring thick as syrup from my veins

a taffy I can work like clay

a solid stream of thought

play, words, lands, people, yes

yes

I can fill the room around me

craft my own palace, fill it

fill my world with everything, anything

all of it, any of it, many, few, yes

yes

I can't move fast enough to catch it all

it comes as often as breath, heart beat, blinking

I beg for it not to stop, of course

why, please, never stop, I need it, yes

yes

Oh, but folly is not seen until its up to the eyes

my palace submerged, my lands sinking

everything, anything, still pouring out

out, out, out, out, out, yes

yes

I will drown in this, my thoughts

imaginings of more wonderful things

what I can't have, what does not exist

not real, can't be real, oh I wish it to be real, yes

yes

and when my air is full of this clotted stuff

beauty warped by pressure, space, clumsy fingers

tired fingers, ever molding, with no one to see

please, watch, read, listen, see? yes

yes

perhaps then I will die covered here, content

buried in things I love, created to be shared

up to my eyes, my ears, nose, golden, honey sweet

yes.