Quotables.

"I thank you Lord for just being able to thank you"

-Psalm written by miss JoAnne

unacceptable.

Dear 4:35 am,
despite your insistence, I am afraid we cannot, and will never, see eye to eye. While I understand that the small village of Greenwich recognizes your hour as legitimate, your abrupt and unsettling jarring of my dreams this "morning" (and countless others) calls into serious question the reason for your existence. Time and time (although really always the same time) again you have peeled back my eyelids only to stare into darkness; your screeching alarm has stopped my fragile heart and caused my lower back muscles to spasm into an upright, seated position of terror. As if these discomforts were not enough, my fine motor control suffers for hours past your rude awakening and I am unable to perform basic tasks at average human speed until the REM you have unjustly stolen is returned to my pudding-like brain at frowned upon times during the true day.
The list of grievances could go on, but I regret to say that you are not worth the time, nor considerable amount of effort that would be required to name them. I do not condone your childish behavior, nor your deplorable tactics. Rest assured that if you disturb my slumber again, the consequences will be severe and I will literally beat the living crap out of you.

Should you choose to reply to this message, kindly do so at a godly hour.

with red-eyed vengeance,
Me.

she is a good secretary. Me? not so much.

I have developed a phone person.
"Thisisshawna" has a polite, refined way of speaking.
She is helpful, resourceful, attentive and professional.
She can take messages word-for-word.
She can transfer lines leave voicemails
say "how can I help you?" with confidence
that she can actually make a difference
Despite the drugs/domestic drudgery.
Thisisshawna is understanding but firm;
calm but empathetic.
Her voice has the tonal consistency of ready whip
(words at the ready to whip out pre-chosen answers)
and she knows just what to do with their
vocal
expressions
of
pain.
It's a good thing she has such flexible work hours--
(I think I might be speechless without her)

corazonian craze

so we walked in angled city circles until we found that "its gonna be blue and black" building
pretending to be 21 and over.

from outside open doors deliberate scene(kids) cooled their teen angst in the stagnant breeze of july

WAOOSH! barometers couldnt measure the dripping levels of other people's sweat when we stepped in(two) that "place to be" [trampled/pushed/crushed/eyed/shoved/checked-out(oftheirminds)/screamed at] where un-melodious therapy takes place for disoriented children with (i hope this is cool) batman tatoos and piercings we pretend dont hurt (our mothers)

YOUDONTNEEDYOURHEAD(COMEONSEATTLE!)JUST___----------{VERYLOUDGENERICBREAKS,NOW}

mosh.

they kept asking if we were still having a good time (?) as if the bloody noses elbows flying heads banging fists clenching arm bars bracing sweatwater d-r-o-p-l-e-t-s raining were not an obvious indication that we were all having fun.

-except for maybe that one guy who was rollin' or maybe the mom who's kid was thrown back into the lions den or the girlfriend who had the tool of a shirtless boyfriend or the security guards who have sustained one too many hormonal shows and one too many blows to the gut-

just as i was thinking about hearing myself think the
nicest kid (out of place) stepped in. couldn't find his friend but he gave a free smile and looked in disbelief at the scene unfolding before him ("holy shit what's a black kid doing here!?" racism makes me puke) but he took it in stride gave a nod that said "I'm here to protect this girl from jerks like you" and even though she wasn't in the pretty scene he braced his arm against a flailing back and told her "don't worry--I got you" like a real man would.

Everyone was Screamin It Like they might even Mean It and i expected the world we'd made to escalate into a super nova but things calmed down a little bit. next came reggae.

so i danced.

i smiled

i sang without breaking notes.

i beat rythms on my heart.

and i allowed The Walls to come down.


it wasn't my first choice.

(but i didn't do it for you.)

take a hike to your nearest curb

what is it about curbs that shifts the force of gravity and pulls us toward the side of the road to talk? We've met our maker straddling the gutters between car and pedestrian. the highest mountain i've ever climed or seen stood 8 inches above the ground in all its concrete splendor. but from the top i saw myself. i was almost surprised to find that i liked the view.
almost.
almost.
There.

still a victim (by choice)

please.
plea. ease.

assume.
ass=u+me

responsibility.
response. ability.

for.
4.

the
t. hee.

consequences.
con. sequences.

of.

your.
you. our.

SELF.
sell. (an) elf.

destruction.
destroy. (con)struction

a thinly veiled wrinkle in time meets a swiftly tilting planet

i saw a muslim girl spit yesterday.

she caught my eye
(skinny jeans
flip-flops a martian green
slender dainty figure
with a sandy colored headscarf
to cover her non-existent fr[sh]ame)

and (celestial assumptions at the ready)
i caught hers.

swaggers ready to navigate
the times
our half smiles made
one full moon
and she
spit like no muslim girl
i have ever seen
(even left a trail of stardust
to prove that i could
make a wish)

as if to tell me
in the friendliest way
that she was not a product
of the
quarks and leptons
of my (red) shifting
mind

that she could shroud
paradigms
with her sass
and that no two stars

are ever quite the same.

smoke on the water

I won't regret that all I can be for you is
me
the plural way I think to see
and
glory fades the afternoon glee
you
wake to find dead crows in a tree
have
everything mixed within your tea
made
special by a memory
so
selfish is silent misery
much
different from lyrics of melody
life
waiting for all that it could be
together
in dissonant harmony

stand where you are; we let all these moments pass us by

by golly its the golden times!

I pranced across that roof
in a sunsetting wonderland where
i had an entire evening to
know that everyone looks best
when the sky is falling

*embers* then

KABOOM!!!
its the un-4th
and
i am still shaking this earth
when i stop to smell the roses

because the petals will be brown tomorrow

and the golden times are all we have
on this butterfly's day out

and about
the beauty
of my own backyard.