go to write poem

pen doesn't work

curse pen and poem

i dreamed we're at the lake house

and it's getting late 

too late to swim anymore but 

maybe later a night swim 

because everyone's up it's not that

cold not that late yet

just the sun has set time

and we're all up on the porch

on benches the barbecue shooting

out smoke

there's still a hummingbird

we can do whatever now

the chipmunks probably miss us

can't i dream a little more

into the shit we're wasting our time now

feel very neutral was thinking maybe there's only one person in each city except the city i'm in and if i ever go to another city all the people secretly move to that city and pretend to live there like i thought my parents were going to unzip their skin one day and be small rich gremlins no joke really thought that have to be sort of conscious more conscious of the things i'm saying maybe i somehow want a break or something to happen that will change my situation but i don't know of a concrete element i could provide to my surroundings to receive some gratification in return just going to work on being myself like one of the crowd thought about joining the army and speaking to my sergeant about how the other recruits are assholes and was confident that the sergeant would say something like be urself do the best with what u got don't think about those guys watch out for urself repeatedly like it feels like running till ur completely exhausted like an over exhausted bro or something and i would think i'm not really into all the gear and shit and the gear and shit is important though i don't want to spend that much money on it because i'm not all into being a soldier but i just want to be myself within a context and have a goal somehow be a complex bro with layers of safety for some delicate girl who's really special or something to feel comfortable and maybe it's not all about the relationship we just want to touch each other and then i can go back to my context and goals it's not like an escape to be with them i guess i'm one way like a person who floods emotions into situations a lot and doesn't act or react objectively which is important but maybe i can be balanced with my objectiveness like use it a lot and then go lie in my bed and stay very still and my emotions will 'sweat' out or something i must just be very far away without sacrificing too much 

my shoes

wel i have several pairs

i mean what do you want to know

its like several are smelly

they are running shoes i mean 

come on

and one kinda dress shoe

but there are other dress shoes

that arent the greatest

and idk. when i have new shoes

im the bomb. i mean im a good fun person

at certain points why would 

it all just like crush my shoes

these stupid people with all their feet

man my shoes, and ur shoes

my friends shoes i mean

man okay they smell bad 

but cool man shoes

a kid and his friends turn over gravestones in nashville

the kid escapes to kentucky

where he gets two social security numbers

the first number is for the 'alias' ass-face slut hugger 

the second number is for the 'alias' gentle salmon coaxing a bear 

to cry a place in louisiana has a small town with it's own version

of the IRS a small depressed woman

takes a ginger root to the door of the faux-IRS office

which is in a building like something from a wild west town

and she wraps the ginger root in wet paper towels

she places the ginger root on the front step of the office

an faux-IRS bear wearing a suit and purple glasses

crushes the ginger root and walks out into the center of the dusty road

it's hard to finish this story because i feel like it will never be successful

the landlord's nephews electrically shock their tenenant Teo

Teo walks from his kitchen to his living room with a bowl of ramen noodles

the shock comes through the floor into his feet and he drops the bowl due to surprise

and electric shock Teo cleans up the noodles

then hangs a sign down so that the landlord who's already watching tv

with his own bowl of spicey ramen noodles sees it the sign says

'i just got shocked in the worst way'

then the landlord presses a button on his 'lazyboy' and

the landlord's apartment drives away slowly, like an epcot ride

Teo says to himself, while staring at grave stones

left in the place of his landlord's apartment, 'i've been abandoned, but i guess

i'm not hurt. my landlord is gone. that is kinda good.'

'the fact remains', the landlord abandoned Teo

i'm only tired when i start reading

A weird sock can get away with
Describing themselves as a lost step in life

a dirty sock can be a dad poem

dad poem rests on a rock next to an anchor

dad poem thinks garter snake cut by lawnmower

dad poem lights a cigarette

we are in the mood for barbeque tonight

Yesterday's massive sell-off claimed the lives of 80 blue whales.

Friday's heat wave melted the jacket of an elderly man.

The decline in the employment rate last month resulted in more syphilis in Chelsea.

The declining spider population along the Sunken Cave trail caused a spur in social interaction
among the gypsy moth population.