Is The Only

Spare change waits for no Main Street man mole hole and I mean it this time because the presence of present presents is all I have, kind sir. All I'll ever have half heft of so get off my back, shirt of my broken back I will keep my half and half money thank you very mooch much monkey moniker. I can justify anything, you bring it and I'll string it straight bent broken curved wormholed whichever page I turn to that doesn't say sway what you want the end I will land there land ho ho no for you means yes sum zero sun hero game for me.

Win? Won already steady hand meets heady fate late fashionably so elbows and wrists wrapped with the latest, the presentist petitioners for lengthening waistcoats to turncoats and about faces that brings us to places, people, let's get this moving body going to pieces. Why? Known already through and too it is to a matter of practice, a hat man made madder by intuition inhibition and exhibition extuition if you can believe what you believed before I'm sure you can't not in this prehensile moment, this gasp in gasp out grasp at past's tale.


Tag, Your Meme

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

And now I regift it,

Next receiver,
Next giver.

Each iteration,
Each iterator,
Each begets eachen more.


So what if it Rhymes?

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

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

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


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.



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.


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.


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?"


"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.