just a poem. from 2004. something is wrong with my shift key.

There, there

Imagine a highway overpass.
You're standing on it,
leaning against the fence.

The passing cars
create a wind
that send your clothes
here and there.

Stop imagining the fence.
You're leaning against air
Just there.

If you look up
you'll be more scared
than if you look
down from there.
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Love,
The City

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago. so tell me what you think. or don't I don't care


Dust Collecting in Houses

One disheartening thing about living in a place like this,
with all the hardwood floors, is how fast dust and debris
collects under every piece of furniture, behind every
appliance, in every corner.

It's not restricted to the floors, either. Dust builds up on
the ceiling fans, and even the ceiling itself. It's on top of
the trim over the door- its on the door- the surfaces of all
three dining room tables, and all the way up the stair case
and into the next apartment.

It's the same indoors and out;
Dust collecting in houses
and houses collecting on streets
and streets collecting on suburbs
and suburbs collecting on suburbs
and suburbs collecting collecting collecting.

Another thing is the mosquitoes. Is there anywhere they don't
live? I like the stray cats though. They wander up to the
door now and then like someone you sort of know. Ex-girlfriends
who miss you, but not that much. But not like pets you used to
own. Neither an ex-girlfriend nor and ex-pet would eat an entire dried squid.

And one time, sitting on this porch, I kept close to the citronella candle because of the wind and mosquitoes, but it didn't help.
Eventually, my pant leg proved effective when it ignited and the
smoke drove away all the mosquitoes, the bees, the stray cats,
and somehow even killed the music.
And I didn't feel like moving but eventually even I vanished.

In life, accuracy counts.

I've decided to write this entry all about my new favorite movie. Now don't go making judgments if you haven't seen it. I say this because the previews that I had seen for this movie offered no insight into the movie whatsoever. The previews lead one to believe that this guy basically gets soft drinks thrown at him often, until he starts carrying a bow and arrows around with him.

Yes, the film I'm talking about is The Weather Man. This movie is Terrific. It is the funniest movie I have seen in a very long time. Some people will disagree that this movie is really a comedy. Fair enough, for it is a dark comedy, and much of the humor lies in subtleties such as Cage's priceless facial expressions throughout the movie. It is a somewhat sad movie in that Cage's character is the sort of person people love to hate, and on top of this he is struggling with his personal failures and blunders. But to me its that kind of Curb Your Enthusiasm type humor that keeps this movie movin' along. But make no mistake, this is not just shallow comedy. It's about a guy trying to rebuild his life from the shambles he's made for himself. A screwy but well-meaning schmuck trying to patch things up with his family and make his dad proud.

Notable features of the movie that make me love it:

• extensive use of the word "fuck"
• Cage's acting- the self pity and general dorky-ness makes the humor happen.
• Archery
• Spritz's dad
• too many other things to even try to talk about.

and this:
"Here's something that if you want your father to think you're not a silly fuck, don't slap a guy across the face with a glove because if you do that, that's what he will think. Unless you're a noble man or something in the nineteenth century. Which I am not."

Love, The City

More about dreams, etc.

It's 12:30 and you have to get up for work in the morning. You decide to go to bed. So you slip under the covers, lay your head on the soft pillow, exhale and relax. You make yourself comfortable and continue to relax. Minutes later you feel the sensation that you may get when falling asleep in a class when you're just too beat (or bored) to stay awake. You feel a slight dizzy spell just before you go unconscious. Had you been in class, your head would drop thus waking you- you take a deep breath and widen your eyes hoping not to be noticed or offend your instructor.

But this time, at home in your own bed, you feel this slight dizzy spell, go unconscious, and then realize you've fallen asleep. You're aware of your bodily sensations- your head on the pillow, your arms at your sides, but you can't move at all. This in itself is terrifying, but you figure you're just so relaxed and so close to being asleep that you just won't let yourself move. Then you start hearing unearthly noises. The room is suddenly very loud and you are literally petrified.

It's been so long since this started happening that it no longer terrifies me. Though the typical "impending sense of doom" and the audible hallucinations are still there, I've been able to wake myself pretty quickly by concentrating on trying to move my fingers. Most of the time I still don't feel good about moving, and I fall back into the same state again. I have to repeat the finger thing a few times before I truly regain consciousness and realize what had been happening. Even then, I usually fall back asleep and the same thing might happen again, or when i'm waking up in the morning I'll experience a similar episode.

Most recently I woke up to my CD alarm clock playing a CD I enjoy. I didn't have to get up so I just let the CD play. I kept falling asleep and waking up to the music again. No big deal. But the last song on this CD is irritatingly bothersome to me. When this song began, I started dreaming that someone I know was singing this song along with it, and I couldn't make them stop. Then the lyrics were so clear, and had meaning that I didn't want them to have! It was torturesome! It wasn't until halfway through the song that I realized... all I have to do is wake myself up and hit that button. Finally, I did but I was so exhausted that I had to stay in bed for several more silent hours.

Love,
The City.

I know you've come across a complete stranger and immediately judge them as being a total jerkface. I want you to tell me what this Jerk-stranger did to make you think that. I'll give an example below.

Particular traffic maneuvers. (I hate the one where they want to turn left on a busy street, so they pull out and block 2 lanes while they wait for the next one to clear for them. Meanwhile, maybe two or maybe twenty cars miss the light at the next corner because this asshole doesn't understand that roads aren't designed for individuals, but for TRAFFIC FLOW!)

So when was the last time you cussed out a total stranger(or wanted to)? tell me why!




Every now and then I have an urge to spit saliva out of my mouth, and onto the ground. I know this is rude, and so I've come up with a few rules as to when spitting is acceptable and when it isn't. Also, a few guidelines as to when/where you can pour out that old coffee or soda that's sitting in your car's cup holder...

Spitting is OK:
-within 15 feet of any dumpster, excluding 'Recyclables Only', especially 'cardboard only'.
(ok if there are both recycle and regular dumpsters next to each other)
-in your own driveway, but not an apartment parking lot or shared lot
-in a public parking lot, but NOT a store parking lot, especially if the lot is shared by several stores.
-Any mall parking lot outside of city limits, any and all parking garages excluded.
-in a liquor store parking lot, especially if it shares a lot with a Bingo hall.
-while descending outdoor stairs unless they are made completely of concrete, or are surrounded by only concrete(and/or flowerbeds, outdoor furniture, or other outdoor decor)
-anywhere in the woods(PARCOURS included), unless you are on a nature trail or hike, especially a mushroom foray. I can't stress this enough.
-while playing any sporting event, excluding Horse racing, table tennis or especially ping pong.
-while coaching any such sporting team, excluding soccer and American football.(to clarify, spitting in grass, especially artificial, is generally discouraged)
-while playing Racquetball, but not Squash, and only if bleeding(anywhere).
-while fighting; All fights versus animals excluded, and only if you're losing.
-on the side of any road, while walking, jogging, or biking. Driving and rollerblading are excluded for obvious reasons.

The guidelines for drink/ice pouring are more straight forward.
-If its just ice, it can go almost anywhere. Let's exclude anywhere that people are expected to be walking(sidewalks,paths,stairs,etc), and almost any type of parking lot, but not grass unless it's artificial or part of a playing field. Any grass anywhere outside of an actual playing field is fine.
-pouring coffee is always acceptable in a Starbucks parking lot, but never any other parking lot unless you pay to park there. Almost anything goes in this case, unless they park AND retrieve your car for you.
-Your own driveway is actually NOT OK. You're a real jerk if you pour anything into your own driveway. This does not apply if your driveway is gravel or dirt. Pouring almost anything into your own yard is fine. This excludes anything flammable(JERK!), unless you plan on igniting it(AWESOME!)(see "rules of disposal" for more detailed info).
-disposing of any paper/plastic cup with liquid in it in a garbage can is unacceptable, unless you are at Starbucks. sealed bottles excluded.


ok thats all i got for ya. I'd be glad to give you some jerko guidelines if you give me a starter. ie: "this jerk smashed a bottle over his head right in the middle of a public park!"
I'll be back with glass smashing guidelines later.