F.

Have you ever known a person,
where every time you're within a 10 foor radius of them,
you think-
This person is so flippin' cool
and/or
I wish I was as cool as this person....
I mean, this lady could rock a fanny pack-
  as in,
      be the only
person that can look cool with a cheezy-snap-back-money-pouch
around their waist.
That's F.
Curator of a little-hip art gallery
in a little-hip part of town
she jets off to everywhere anyone has ever wanted to go
to find art
to find people
to find everything that makes her what I envy

beforegoingtothedoctoronathursdaymorning

my mind is a mess
I
am
sick.
every muscle
every breath
I pop a pill
      and wait to feel progress
shut up
everything
the blinds
the music
my mind
the day
I
am
sick
the cold
  shivers every cell
and pain
  writhes rampant
on the chaos-sticken-freeway
that is hidden
under a thin, pink skin

my mother never taught me how to braid hair

we progress through clock ticks
breathing an air that is
is really only 21% oxygen
&
I watch red-rythmned peaks on the LCD
tick our time
closer and closer
 away from me

...

Remember when our hands were small
and we took our teacher's chalkboard erasers
out the side school door
and smashed the soft spongy blocks
into an all-consuming cloud of smoke?

Do You Ever Wonder if You're a Little Crazy?

(not finishedddddddddddddddd,workinprogress)

Plato said that "Art is a lie."

Sensation fuels the impulse to perception
brain-vomit-discharge-the-thoughts &
Imagination jumps the train to perfection.
I am an amateur in my mind
and frankly, you don't give a damn.
Idon'tcareyoudon'tcare
The post-romantic attitude called and left you a message
              it's not all about you anymore.
Good vs. Evil flashes flourescent on channel 6
Idon'tcareyoudon'tcare
You turn off
                     the television because
                     "being green" is what's in-
                                                                    coming traffic jams of information feed
                                                                    tailor a short a tension span

                                                                    but your innate skepticism wavers
                                                                    outside the lines
                                                           you can never be sure
                                                           what is reel
                                                           what is write
                                                           what is real
                                                           what is right

Miranda July

*Miranda July's real name is Shiela Shwartz.
But you'd wouldn't be as apt to buy a book from a Shiela Shwartz compared to the glamor word-sound of "Miranda July" now would you?
What if she wore tweed blazers & chunky pearls?
Knee length pencil skirts and dusty-nude-panthose?
But still wrote about the power of limits on art
and the beauty in the everyday.
We buy what is sold to us.
We sell what is bought to us.


*(what if)

Yesterday's Wine Glass

Yesterday's wine glass sits on a cluttered coffee table.
a dry, crusted circle of red is all that remains
of a cirlce of sounds.
Laughs, exclamations,
the clink of drinks
and the stretching of smiles.
I don't know if you actually wanted to come here.
I don't know if you actually enjoyeed yourself;
sitting there drinking out of yesterday's wine glass.
But now it sits
catching the morning sun on it's finger-print-smudged glass,
a chalice of thoughts.