5 haiku for people I loved before the end of the world.
We loved, then dissolved.
It took us a decade, but
we’re right back to us.
You tell everyone
I was the one who killed us.
Please leave me alone.
I hope you’re happy.
I’m still thinking about you.
It’s funny, really.
I wish Chicago
was not twelve hours away.
We could have been great.
I still feel eighteen
when I fall asleep with you.
We should stay like this.
I wrote this poem before the apocalypse that never came (i’m here, i’m still here). beach sloth reviewed it, which you can read here.
I BUDGETED MY LIFE FOR THE REST OF 2012. I INCLUDED PROJECTED INCOME AND PROJECTED SPENDING. I THINK MY PROJECTED SPENDING IS ABOUT RIGHT BUT I AM AFRAID MY PROJECTED INCOME IS HIGHER THAN WHAT MY ACTUAL INCOME IS GOING TO BE. THIS WILL BE NO GOOD AND ALSO I HATE MONEY AND EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT, I HATE EVERYTHING.
HOWEVER I FEEL IMMENSE JOY ABOUT THE FACT THAT I AM GOING TO MEET A LOT OF MY ‘INTERNET-BASED’ FRIENDS IN NEW YORK DURING THE NEW YEARS HOLIDAY. JUST WANT TO SIT AROUND AND BE IN THEIR COMPANY FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE (IN REALITY THIS WILL BE ~3 DAYS BECAUSE THAT IS THE AMOUNT OF TIME BETWEEN MY BUS TICKETS IN AND OUT OF NEW YORK).
I CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO THE MUMFORD & SONS PANDORA STATION. IT’S AWFUL.
MY STOMACH HURTS.
I NEED TO BUY A WEBSITE FOR MYELF.
I MEAN MYSELF.
I DON’T HAVE AN ELF.
I AM LYING ON MY SIDE IN BED AND TYPING THIS WITH ONE HAND,
I’LL INCLUDE A PIC, HERE:
I AM GOING TO GO SHOWER AND THEN GO TO THE MOVIES AND WATCH THE HOBBIT AND THEN I AM GOING TO GO TO WORK. AFTER WORK I WILL COME HOME AND SLEEP. WHEN I WAKE UP TOMORROW I WILL GO TO WORK. AFTER WORK I WILL HAVE DINNER WITH MY PARENTS. BYE.
Megan Lent and Riley Michael Parker at HOUSEFIRE have put together a Blondie themed ebook titled ‘PLATINUM HITS‘ and were awesome enough to include me. I have a piece named after the Blondie song ‘(I’m Always Touched By Your) Presence, Dear’.
The book also features work from Frances Dinger, Jess Dutschmann, Chelsea Martin, yt sumner, Paige Gresty, Penny Goring and Meghan Lamb. Neat.
I have a poem up at For Every Year, Crispin Best‘s poetry project that aims for a ‘poem for every year’ from 1400-today. It’s neat. Real neat. My year is 1699 and I wrote about Rotterdam citizens striking over the price increase of butter.