Really and Truly (Really in Reality)

Animals With No Faces
Are like Objectives
Expressed in Timelines
With no Deadlines

The hand of God is righting this, with a fist, He's punching my brain now and I'm punching the keys. Its raining now, in my mind. Its rainy, hail, and wind. They are a combo. Quakes in Haiti. This is short fiction. How timely and relevant. Our lives, so intertwined. Was he Haitian, that man this morning who was being a jerk, perhaps it was a global even then that he was so obstinant in facilitating a timely doctors visit.
I wonder what it would be like to...What is a goal for a dog. Had a dog ever scored a touchdown. Clearly I am missing my dog. He is dead and with God. Maybe he thanked God for all those touchdowns he scored as a dog. Pissed on a tree; touchdown. Humped another dog; touchdown. Smelled a butt; touchdown. Barked at night; fieldgoal. Gooseshit; superbowl.
But what about me! Yeah I said. ME! Did you know that the words me and no both contain only two letters and are key to reaching any sort of happiness. The bitch of it is though, they should never be used in conjuction unless it is in the superlative negation sense. or of course in denial, that is when those two words come togethr like Voltron. 'Who Me?! NO, never'

Electric Puppies

Hurtling through time and space, stopping only for the briefest of moments at the turtle casino, I realize myself. Here I am walking down the street, tall and slender with a double chin. Hving just hung up my cellular phone after leaving a long and cryptic voicemail for my griflriend to discover upon the taking of her lunch break (PST) I cross paths with a very high up and influential figure from my employment place. hi x I say, hello you he says to me. How nice. And now I continue to walk down the street with vintage trepidation but ground breaking audacity in the face of aggresive dick breath automotive motor vehicles. Beep they say, suck my balls I reply. And when I reach a certain point, the sunny east side of the street, across from the big heavy church, I call an old friend. It is good and nice. Very impolite and I like all my conversations to be. Then I go to the big blue and yellow retail store, a young girl of indeterminate race takes my unworking or useless webcam and through the magic of button pressing and computer staring makes fifty something dollars mine after they were formerly someone above hers. Oh you sweet silly old fifty something dollars, I missed you so while you were away and now that you are back I am as happy as a deflowered school girl with her secret still intact. Silly happy, fulfilled but unkown, a hacking cough, word bombs being dropped, a heckler heckling an unmoving mass of mobile men and women. I could tell he was lying by the fuckin was his lips was moving'. Situps, chinups, pushups, pullups and stickups. How to get strong.
Anyways, I want a dog or a cat. Something handsome and difficult and especially quarelsome in the early morning when I am most sleepy. Lots of black fur but some white fur and brown fur sort of sprinkled in there too. Maybe a splatter pattern, I dont know Im not picky. But I cant have one of those now. At most I can start to think about a fish, one of those little fish with the big fins and the long jaw and an underbite. Would bitey be an appropriate name? Wind, Earth, Plants and Fire. Thats Feng Shui right? Not electicity and not puppies, but they are still nice

My Soliloquy

Is my theory
Me and whisky go together
like kitties and kitty litter
Bad kids with no sitter
Too near me not to hear me
Cold as lake Erie
Paranoid in Illinois
The prize fighter
With the chi type writer
Famous Citrus Blunts
Grab the lime lighter
Rhyme Writer inspired

Go to the store and buy a 40 with my debit
type in the pin
drink the motherfucka and do it again

clipse + roots

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