wild thing

I think my cat is a lion,

that, or very good

at make believe.

red dawn

Dear Patrick Swayze

You weren't like the rest
why did you have to go?
there is still so many russians
that needed killing.

I hope life was nice for you.

green as a pea

We can plant food
in the earth
and it will grow.
It is not a secret. It is easier to make
than clothes or movies.
We don’t even need to yell at it. You don’t even need to freak out
or stress, or whatever you call it
when your jaw gets all tight
like I saw it get that one time
you were mad about your coworker
who cheated you out of that sales commission.
Yeah, you were so mad then.
Couldn’t stop talking about it.
Coming up with weird revenge plans
like a TV caper crook.
You can’t even remember that job now.
Can’t even remember what it felt like to call someone a coworker.
But you remember the food we ate.
Juicy Watermelons.
Came up out of the ground
took no effort at all
just time.
like a baby
or anything else
that truly matters.

I won't even pretend that I wrote this, it's too good. Thanks Dallas Clayton, keep being awesome. Who reads this anyways?

(I hope you do though)


Call me up and thats all I need;

Bring your loving, smiling, face over.

like it is

Moments so sincere,
you forget
you weren't even there.

mean spirited.

A homeless man once gave me a rock. Round and smooth, from water and waves of some far of lake, it sat in my hand and seemed to fit. He told me it was "father rock" and would fend of evil spirits. He said they were all over and coming from everywhere, also there was an obscure relation to crows and birds.

He never gave a good description of what these spirits looked like, no photo, nor drawing on napkins. I'm assuming he thought I would know when I saw one, and simply left that part out.

So far I've thrown Father Rock at six people,

their spirits seemed evil enough at the time.

steve mcqueen

Impossibly cool.

north and south

Used to feel like California, with your baby eyes so blue.

Now I feel like Carolina, I split myself in two. Now I’m walking backwards from Chicago through Washington. But that ain’t enough no, you want me to run.

Better watch your soul it’ll leave you like a hundred bucks, my friend said, “stick to your guns” But instead I just got stuck. And I’m walking backwards lookin’ forward to getting done. Oh but that ain’t enough, no you want me to run

Oh that ain’t enough no, you want me to run.