Jelly
I like the Peanut Butter,
but not too much Jelly,
on toasted multi-grain bread
and a Diet Coke to wash it down.
That’s how I start off every morning.
Not a rut, a well worn path.
Jelly
I like the Peanut Butter,
but not too much Jelly,
on toasted multi-grain bread
and a Diet Coke to wash it down.
That’s how I start off every morning.
Not a rut, a well worn path.
Keep on Truckin
thirty-five years old
and I’m still truckin’
stridin’ confidently
into the next year
or
the optimism
of decades ago.
Driving
So, I’m driving along the this highway, see. It’s mid-day on a gray afternoon and there’s no traffic. I am really cruising. Nice car and a smooth ride. Got to be making good time. No cops, no traffic, no curves, everything is smooth sailing, and I am sitting there wondering where the hell am I going. I know I’m moving fast in a direction, but really where the hell am I going? When I woke up this morning I had no plans to get on the highway. Matter of fact, I thought I might like to take a stroll out by the creek out back. Sit down and enjoy the smell of the damp leaves. Instead I am on the highway, making good time, getting to where I need to go. I am starting to question this trip. Why am I going, going, going, gone? when I don’t even want to go? Wouldn’t it be better to take a slow bend in a country road in an old pickup truck?
Lucky
Three is my lucky number.
Three days until I am back home.
Three nights of bliss.
Three sheets to the wind.
If I don’t check my voicemail.
it doesn’t mean we don’t bond.
Our relationship isn’t stale,
if I fail to correspond.
Fact is that I’m just a male,
so stop thinking things beyond.
Just contact me by email
if you wish me to respond.
Please Shut Up
Please shut up.
I have heard you, over and over again,
you keep telling me what I am doing wrong,
and how you would do it better.
Well, then go ahead and do it your way,
and I’ll do it mine.
But most importantly,
Please shut up.
Mother’s Day Tradition
Me and Jenny went down to the Heat and Eat to get some dinner. It was mother’s day and she was feeling all warm inside. She wasn’t a mother yet, but the baby was kicking so it wouldn’t be too much longer. I figured that we might as well celebrate, even if it was a month early. That, and I really wanted a burger. Jenny ordered a big bacon sandwich and a chocolate milkshake. When she got the sandwich, she smothered that puppy with so much catsup that I don’t even know if she could taste the bacon. I didn’t question her on it though. She always ate strange shit to begin with, so it makes sense that two of them together in one body must be coming up with some crazy cravin’s. Can’t say it was much of a day to remember, but it was the first of what would be come a bacon eating mother’s day tradition.
Joy’s Words
Joy sings in her own language
Not confined by the structure of knowledge
She is just happy, just singing
Joy eats books,
Too young to read,
Books just taste so good.
Twitter Back
Just saw this cute guy at the grocery store.
I’m doing better.
That fucking bastard.
I’m fine, really, I’m fine.
I can’t believe this shit.
He is really gone.
I called him again today. He still doesn’t answer.
Let’s give it just one more chance.
I can’t believe this shit.
I fucking hate him.
He’s breaking up with me.
Jon said it’s not going to work out.
Something’s not right.
Weekend kind of sucked.
We are going to Jon’s parents place this weekend.
Ups and downs.
I’m bored.
Three months today. I luvs you.
Best day ever.
So. Much. Fun.
I can’t believe I’ve found the one.
It’s getting more serious.
I really like him.
Met this new guy – Jon.
Perfect Machine
Pretty, pretty, pretty
jeez, you’re so pretty
my Mitsubishi Lancer
you’re a big road dancer.