10.31.2014

Tag, Your Meme

Entering a rotisserie,
Secret Santa style.
I've been given
The gift of hate.

And now I regift it,
Ambitiously.

Next receiver,
Next giver.

Each iteration,
Each iterator,
Each begets eachen more.

10.27.2014

So what if it Rhymes?

It's a fine line
Between
A peraplegic pine
And
A cosmopolitan vine

(Just imagine a motionless tree
Hung with ivy that is forever free.)

That line?  It rhymes
With
A renegade mountain's chime
And
A disillusioned compost's lime.

10.25.2014

My Part

Hooks.  Little barbs through the skin.
A few at first and then.

A happy man said
Ride with them
Not down on them.

A noble jest, yes.
But no joke is
Funnier than being
Dragged down inches
To your death.

10.05.2014

Cardinals

The cardinal directions to be renamed
Cartographers be damned

Out, circle, in and down
Never again north, south, east or west

Too absolute
Too measurable
To maps and not to mind.

Let me explain.

The compass will now point to magnetic circle,
The natural state of the human mind
Perseveration, obsession and ritual tedium
Keep doing what you've done before.

Down, being the opposite direction will be
The state of noticing you've left your circle
Down, discomfort, disconnect, depression
A basic fear response to change.

Out and in sit on the sides
The coasts ignored for the center
What will you bring in to your circle
What will you throw out
If ever you bother to leave.

8.28.2014

Refurbished Device

A villain gives voice for a hero's doubts.
A conflict is a showcase for a story's dilemma.
A plot is a vehicle for thematic content.
An author is a medium for resolving problems.

8.10.2014

New way

You can learn from strangers.

I met him outside a convenience store.  He was leaning against the husk of  a pay phone kiosk, checking his email on his phone.  I was waiting for the bus.

I'd been waiting for about five minutes.  I figured he didn't notice me.  I'd dismissed him as just another man drowning in the internet cloud.  Then he talked to me.

"The problem with the bus is that it always goes the same route."

I looked at him, checking to see if he was talking to his phone or someone else I hadn't seen sitting in his carol if he was trying to start a conversation with me.  I decided the words we directed at me.

"Uhm... That kind of seems like the primary advantage, actually."

"Repetition leads to stagnation."  He said it like it was a quote from a movie or something.

"Sounds like you've said that enough times for it to be old."  I liked where he was going but he was also clearly flicking me shit so I was inclined to flick it back.

He laughed.  "Good one.  You take the same way to work everyday?"

"Yep."

"And what challenge does that offer?"

"I want a challenge for my morning commute?"

He paused.  "It'll make you more interesting."

I laughed.  "I'm not sure my boss would approve."

"There's your bus."  He nodded at the bus that was three blocks away.  "You should try it.  Take a new way to work everyday for a month.  See if it doesn't make you more interesting."

I looked at the oncoming bus.  "Sure, but only if you change your hook line for everyone you talk to for the next month.  No more using 'repetition leads to stagnation'."

He nodded.

I got on the bus.

8.03.2014

Navel, Navel on the Wall

With care comes hesitation.  With hesitation comes doubt.  With doubt becomes without.

Will observe for art.  Will obscure forms part.  Won't deter prose's arc.

And I sat.  My turn.  When is my turn.  Can I stop listening yet?  Can I speak?  Can I be right?  Can I nail all the heads together with one metaphorically literal hammer?  Watch me.  Are you all as anxious as me?  Are you all sitting still, vibrating inside, like me?

Conclusions arise before endings.  Decisions descend before evidence.  I know I know, call on me, I'm raising my hand the hardest.

I have to start ignoring myself more.