There he goes again.
Into the belly of the beast.
Here’s where the narrative shifts.
From Hey, things good.
To The doorbell keeps ringing, but there’s no one there.
In my nervous system
I’m Continue reading Summertime or Why not take all of me
After forgetting to do Sun Salutations
“I was wondering why I was so tight.”
She led us into a choppy
Mess of up downs
Too long in twists
Too short in pigeon:
She gutted us.
All with Continue reading Yoga
It was nice chatting with you this evening.
Just want to let you know it’s raining, and you were right — I should have brought my umbrella.
No big deal that you couldn’t talk about your job.
Sorry if I pushed.
I work for a Japanese company sounded weird.
“I work for a Japanese Company.”
What are you Godzilla?
That’s not funny. I’m sorry. Continue reading What do you do
That’s what I was telling him.
That’s exactly what I was telling him.
Lenny come in here screaming and hollering with —
“I don’t have my hat. When I get my hat that’s when you’ll see.”
Scratchin the pool table,
Bending over his stick like “hmmmmm.”
Serious as coffee.
What is that? Hey! What is that?
Don’t be Continue reading Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s
It was horrible.
I knew it would be.
I’m not blaming you, but I did mention to you last Thursday…
How bad was it really?
Grown men were laughing at me.
Have you been laughed at recently?
Not fall when you’re three, or spill milk when you’re four, or parents put you in Continue reading I’m not going to blame you, but if i did it would go something like —
I look at women more than I do men. I look at everyone. But when it comes to looking at boobs, I look at women’s more. I look at ass from both Continue reading Guilty
The most time consuming events in my day in order of most time suckage.
Feeding my son.
Holding my son when he’s crying.
Picking ingrown hairs while I think about shit.
Deciding to clean the house then talking myself out of it.
Thinking about ex girlfriends and how (if I were with them) much worse my life would be.
My girlfriend and I spend our nights swimming in a public pool. There are three lanes with three signs hung up on the walls indicating the three speeds at which you can swim. SLOW. MEDIUM. FAST. My girlfriend was swimming in the MEDIUM lane when this older man (60’s) wearing a bathing cap, goggles, and a blue speedo, breast stroked behind her and shouted, Continue reading Free Swim
Last night I must have woken up every two hours. I have a baby monitor in my left ear. I wake up to hear him. He stops. I look around, my girlfriend still sleeping.
I wake up again. He is crying. My girlfriend is not in the bed. He stops.
I wake up again. he is sleeping between us. He opens his eyes.
I wake up again, he’s not crying and i don’t see him in the bed only my girlfriend. I get up, walk to his room, he’s sleeping in the crib.
I wake up again, no crying, no baby, no girlfriend, and somehow I’m on the couch.
This happens every night. I’m like a soldier in Viet Nam expecting Charlie to leap out of hiding.
The citizens of this small Serbian village recently put up a 10ft. bronze statue of Rocky Balboa (in his famous glove raised pose), because, and I quote…
For five years, only negative reports on farm diseases, monstrous murders, floods and landslides have been coming from our village.
Time Magazine September 3 2007 Issue
If there are farm diseases, unspeakable murders, flashflood’s ruining: plantations, livestock, building stuctures; contaminated water, flies—causing an outbreak of malaria, and basically everyone hates their life and each other, I don’t believe a 10ft. Rocky Balboa Staute Continue reading Zitiste