Friday, September 23, 2011

happy friday, i am here but i am not here

knock, knock, open your door, i want to sleep in your house, i am tired, i have sunken eyes and bloated eyebags, can you tell there are no pearls in my cornea?, save me a couch, a cot, a hammock or a cozy corner, i will lie like a dog and sleep like a bear, you don't have to offer your bed but if you want to feel me i will let you, you can trace the dry canyons of my wearisomeness, there is an oasis out there, maybe you can pump it or perform a rain dance - but it is there.

knock, knock, i like your garden too, do you have an apple tree in your backyard?, is it teeming with apples? i would like to sleep under an apple tree and not think of gravity, i wonder if worms feel safe inside an apple, maybe they are, i want to be that worm, please do not wake me.

Friday, September 16, 2011

when sweats and bullets have no fruition

i might not write for a while, nothing really worth writing, whoever says if you want to be a writer - write - is my sleeping muse, i had a rejection lately, he/she interpreted my piece as a sleeper, worse an underdone soap opera, i am subjecting his/her interpretation into my own interpretation and leaving my pride outside the editorial box, thank you i really needed that, i am floating on my sub par excellence, where is this frustration coming from?, i have no creative outlet lately, i stop painting because the class had ended and i am too lazy to pick up the paintbrush, i am a very restrained individual, have you ever been with one?, how did you put him/her back in the saddle of liberation?, shit i might post this dilemma on spy omegle and pitifully watch strangers disect my ass as an analytical subject, look, look, let's embrace this one, tlc, tlc, tlc, i hope i hope they approve my time off request because because i am going to the mountain, and i am going to crush this mountain of sorrow off my back, sigh, there, i am ok now, forget what i just said, erase - see you around.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I want your job

There is a battle going on beyond the trees. If you look closer, you may mistake the artillery smoke for a morning fog; if you can't distinguish the smoke then look at it as an optical illusion - i leave you up to it. There are bodies too, scenes of carnage, and not far behind is a makeshift tent where they do the amputation. I stumble upon this Civil War reenactment while walking at Huntington Beach Central Park. This is on a Labor Day weekend. It seems like people have something better to do than worry about the current job climate. Life goes on (indiscriminately) even on resilient times. We are 9.1% unemployment nationwide. Others have it bad, i know, and i'm not even going to attempt to complain about my own. It must be luck and persistence that i have one right now and i'm just thankful about it. Believe me i know how it feels to let and not to let my head down. Sometimes we don't really know what the deal is with life and that is worth knowing.