Monday, April 21

Haiku 6-8

I want to be your
Slave for an evening, no heart

Jaw quivers and my
Eyes blur from speed, rain and I
howl; Begin Again!

Questions not answers
Reach for the skin, the 'bad' thought
Grit with solitude

Friday, April 18

Haiku 2-5

I was stunned to find
I was panting a canvas
That had disappeared

Softly in the background
Vodka over ice

Red Bull smells sickly
Vapid voices far too close
My beer is empty

Like a suicide,
parcel everything out so
no one knows it all

Thursday, April 17

Haiku 1

All I can think 'bout
Is who am I now that you
Have done this to me?

Tuesday, April 1


The thing about being in pain is that, ultimately, it is boring. It is one note, droned throughout your life, drowning out everything else. Acutely, that really does matter. It is possibly the worst thing about being in any kind of chronic pain, though. I know it's boring to everyone else and it's certainly a houseguest I wish I could get rid of.

And having to witness someone in pain is both awful AND boring because there is nothing you can do and because they don't have anything else to offer. So I apologize for not having proper diodes and LCDs that light up, instead of just roiling in...whatever the fuck it is I'm roiling in.

Monday, March 31

Everybody sees the wind blow

She moved her dresser out of the bedroom last weekend. Actually, I helped her. I helped get the mattress she's sleeping on now, too. 

I'm in a bedroom that feels too big. I am not sleeping well. And I have the goddamn bridge of Paul Simon's Graceland in my head which sucks so much ass I can't even tell you.

Fuck. I don't know what happens now.

Monday, March 10


...that comes from dealing with someone who is terrible at articulating what they want or their argument and you cannot just say; Fuck you, you're shit at this. 

Jesus. I am letting it get to me in a way I need to walk off. 

Wednesday, February 26

The Brain

Hey, Brain, did you hear that Dr Girlfriend is willing to take you to dinner for your birthday?


Yup. Where should we go?

"Is there a place called Beer & Meat?"


"Then why the fuck are you bothering me with this? Move along, little thing."