riding high

too much is too much

Beyond the Believable.

Today while driving to work, I was listening to garbage talk radio.
They were bantering back and forth about a recall on my make of car.
Apparently, the accelerators to some cars have been "sticking,"
causing cars to speed-up without the ability to stop.

It caused me to daydream, more than usual, about crashing my car.

A near life experience.

Like Tyler.

So, I started accelerating, on purpose.
Just to see.
80 came up quick. Then 85.
87 mph brought on some shaking of the steering wheel.
At 90 I had a hard time controlling the swerves,
it is Minnesota in the winter after all.
At 100 I spun wildly.
I saw a woman's face singing switch to screaming as I passed
by her Buick going backwards.
Backwards, and spinning.

I think she dropped her cigarette into her lap, but I'm not sure.

I turned up the stereo and decided to go out listening to
that morning show REALLY loudly.

But, the most unbelievable thing happened.

My car started going the right way, in its own lane,
at 100 mph, and I had control. I figured that since I didn't
crash, that I would slowly let off the gas, and show up
for work.

Having driven at such high speeds for so long,
I figured I'd be REALLY early, but it only ended up being
a couple minutes earlier than usual.
Even still, I don't like being early, so I listened to the radio a little
while longer, and eventually walked in.

It is Beyond the Believable.

At least I'm still on TV

JUPITER.

we made it sturdy.
we made it sturdy with duct tape,
gallons of white glue and a
weeks' worth of news.
we made it sturdy with wire
and ribbon.
we used fabric and
wheat paste.
we made it sturdy with
chicken wire and brooms.
we made it sturdy.
we also made it as heavy
and awkward as a baby
elephant.

we made jupiter.

my feet are wet
because the snow
has melted inside my boots

there are glaciers
advancing and retreating
in my whiskers

the windows won't defrost
with the wet dog floor mats
so I leave the windows down
to dry them out

another dry air nose bleed
with the blood clots
and the alkaline drip
resorbing inside.

don't you agree?

The Moment Before

Infinite Myth

The moment before
One needs to be two
Is a choice
And the timing is
Impossibly meaningful
The results are
Like cells
Predetermined
Mapped and
Unpredictable
Separate
Combine
Separate
Combine
Light
Dark
Separate
Combine

once in a while i get the urge to be an artist.

Something just for me.

parked my car today in between jobs.
i tilted back the seat, and turned up my music slightly.

i began to push on my closed eyelids with my index fingers.

i saw stars.
and then white.
when i released the pressure, back to stars and blackness.

after waiting a moment,
i pushed in again, this time with childlike anticipation.
the stars returned, and so did the white.
back to stars and blackness eventually, and then i fell asleep.

when i woke back up twenty minutes later i
frantically looked at the time thinking i had overslept...

with five minutes to spare, i prepared myself and walked in.

i told my coworkers about falling asleep in the parking lot,
but kept the stars just for me.

not tears, that's rain.

:year of the mustache.

Honestly, I'm more comfortable in here

In his own way, Owen tended to give too much, whereas Les just always put his spare change in the tip jars. Some places didn't have tip jars, so Les faced a dilemma. The accumulated change started to make him feel uneasy. He had to be careful not to upset the balance of change distribution. Once he exceeded a dollar in his pocket he panicked and just decided to let Owen deal with it. So Les dumped it all into the water feature at the mall. Relieved Les went about his daily business.

In this ritual cycle Christmas trees are the fingernails of the forest, manicured, decorated, beheld, trimmed and spat into the garbage.

old house new dish

Kitchen

THERE IS NO TREE IN TEAM HAPPINESS.

it takes all that i got

it takes all that i got
to week through my workend
what's left can't fill a cup
can't lift a bottle
just curls into a fist
and melts into a puddle
with a splash, not a whimper
washed away to start again

don't quite know how to explain it.

skipping the courtship, straight to the punch.

i can clearly remember a dream from the other night
where i was married to audrey tautou.
i could speak french,
and she could endure me.
when i woke up i could no longer speak french, and
laying beside me was just a book written by some
art history doofus.
tonight, i am going to read some more of that garbage
in hopes that it will induce another make-believe
yet memorable marriage to someone out of my league.

i started a new band in my bathroom.

the other morning i was
shitting, and the farting
i was enjoying as a complimentary
add-on to the occasion was in such
great rhythm with the clanking
of the radiator that i added an
overlapping
'ping'
rhythm with a pen from my front pocket
on the side of the sink and the side of the
tank.
there are no other members to my band
yet.
but we could be called
something spectacular.

I'll just be waiting right here.

Wet streets
catching the
empty bar

all thats left
to take home
is the neon
hum