The Small and the Loud of It, Poetry Dept.

First, a haiku from the other day on the way to work:

Dance with abandon,
Curved limbs against the March sky,
Spring leaves safely sleep.

And then the closest thing to a slam sort of poem I think I’ve ever written, also written one day this week on the way to work.

Why, I want to know, why.
The flag snaps.
Why, according to you and
A god
I don’t believe in,
I have to do things
You believe in,
Your way. Only.
When, according to
No god at all
We could figure a way
To do what’s right
For everyone
With no trouble
for anyone.

I can’t watch the news anymore.

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Things I’m Pretty Sure Of

If you’re a big guy wearing beats headphones and you choose the moment, the exact moment that I’m opening a cash drawer to put a wad of money into it, to demand that I help you buy a new phone… and when I tell you that I’m in the middle of helping a customer right now but I’ll get someone to help you and you proceed to tell me that you need help buying a phone…

I’m pretty sure that either you should take the freaking headphones off so you can hear what I’m saying OR there’s a reason why you chose that moment to stand way too close to me. So I’m pretty sure you should back off bub.

And I’m pretty sure that if you keep telling me all about all the ways that other people tried to help you connect to your home wifi while you weren’t home… that they really didn’t do anything and since your wifi works flawless on this network, I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing physically wrong with your device.

I’m also pretty darn sure that if you were asked to leave another store because it’s closing time, that it’s closing time in all the stores in the mall. Pretty darn sure. So you should go home and enjoy your evening. Thanks for stopping by! See you soon! Pretty sure!

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Saturday

I am sitting in a waiting room, waiting for an oil change for my car. That’s the sort of dreams that waiting rooms are made of right? Thought I was off tomorrow too, but no. Still have to figure out how that happened. Guess it’s better to show up as expected. Or I could stay home as *I* expected, but I have mentioned this change to too many people I guess.

So I’m doing the adult thing, getting the oil changed. Sitting in the waiting room adding words to my NaNoWriMo story. Am trying to figure out how obvious a recent change for my main guy Matt should be. It was a big change and will get bigger but should others be able to notice it? He’s trying to minimize it himself, but maybe he doesn’t want to recognize the size of it yet himself.

So while we wait, he’s having dinner with his family.

After the car’s ready I think I’ll pick up a few things from the grocery store to go with the veggies at home. Turnips, potatoes, green beans, corn, crimini mushrooms and strawberries… Yeah something to go with those things!

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A Bit of Performance Art

Best bit of anything I’ve seen in a long time. Has got it all, performance-wise, in amongst everything that’s going on. Enjoy!

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Increasing Your Vocabulary

Read the NYTimes, learn the occasional new word:

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