If I think I'm going crazy, then it means I'm really not, right?

I keep
hearing voices
in the trees: telephone
"hello"s "keep to the
right!"s
and
"Would
you
want to
raise a
child in
a world
where
Chipotle
exists?"

Well then

Once when I was littler, there was a rest stop. Inside, there was a bathroom made of metal, but it still smelled like acrid urine, like piss had been bleached into the small, evicerous holes of stainless steel. There are some things that permeate anything. There are some things that will not leave. Just now, another friend (acquaintance, classmate, well-wisher, whatever) died. Just now, a hole emerged in place where I had not known there was matter.





In the spaces between these letters, I've put on music full of melancholy; I've found another beer; I've wondered where there sweetness that lingers on my fingers came from; I watched my dog find a more comfortable place.

And now as the trumpet proclaims, as the man sings, as I cannot finish a, ok, no. Now, as I realize it will not end, I realize it will not end. That from this point forward, it will be ubiquitous, a Facebook post, a singing saw, all around in the ether, the fish sauce spilled in the bowl, the stack of mail, the mounting debt... it is here. The accordion key. The signal that sounds in the dark.

The dark.

I went out to see the moon, orange and bulbous, a pumpkin in the sky. All I saw was the midnight blue of west coast twilight.

I miss him. I miss Jim and Kev and Myles and Tim and Sean. Its too soon to accept this truth; but tramps like us, baby, we were born to
die.

Plagiarism

To stroke my narcissism, I was just searching the Internet for this blog when I came upon this yahoo question: Can your write me a haiku about quantum physics? The reply? The one chosen as best answer? It is remarkably similar to this blog post. And by similar, I mean plagiarized. And yes, I did just link to my own blog on my own blog. But as if stealing my brilliance wasn't enough, the nameless person who stole my poem followed it up with, "its not that good...sorry."

 

In my mind, this unnamed plagiarizer had three options when s/he came across this request for quantum physics haiku:

1. Make up a haiku
2. Find a good haiku on the Internet and pretend like you wrote it
3. Nothing.

Here's my question for Yahoo! brand Questions: Why would someone steal a haiku s/he thinks is bad and claim it as his/her own?

Maybe someone can copy and paste an answer for me.

One more for the road

Blah blah blah something that barely makes sense, even to me blah blah blah

This counts.

Going for the record

I've not blogged like this since 2008, the Year of the Blog. Its time to get this blog roll a rolling! Time to blog up to the blogosphere! Love, lift us up where we b-log! This is my blog cabin! Let's pull some peat moss from this blog to keep us warm all winter. Bloglight Savings Time. The morning blog, lifting from the sea.

We b-log to the light
We b-log to the thunder
We b-log to the sound of the words
We've both blog-rolled under

Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We b-log, we b-log
We b-log together!

The blog run! Blogster! Blogman! Blog-gone it! You'll be punished with a severe blogging! Blog it up! What I'm saying is, "Self, you need to set a personal blog best and make blog thousand blogleven the new Year of the Blog Part II: Electric Blogaloo."

Soon my tooth will have a crown

i will have to wait until tttomorrow to say what needs to be said: There are lives at stake, you know. Rather than yell out names, say "This Christine person, she thinks God talks to her." Rather than that

I








will







remain















silent.





It is my right.