Desperation
Only one way out
and that way is guarded by
ninja assasins,
lions and tigers and bears
my, oh motherfucking my…
Only one way out
and that way is guarded by
ninja assasins,
lions and tigers and bears
my, oh motherfucking my…
I have been thinking
of finding a better way
to fill my hours.
So lately I’ve been writing,
working out, and making plans.
January was
Japanese waka poems.
I used two styles:
Tanka, the common short form,
and Choka, the longer form.
I had so much fun
that I forgot to write a
poem yesterday.
I need to stop forgetting
or start writing in advance.
As the night falls down,
my heart begins to settle.
No matter the gloom,
I continue to believe:
everything will be fine.
I could ask about
the nature of the world,
the stars in the sky,
the existence of a soul…
All manner of things:
religion, politics, truth…
But what you asked for
was an uplifting moment
so: apples or oranges?
Pretty and shiny,
it even glows in the dark!
I hope this toy lasts
longer than the ones before.
I do play so very rough.
I hate those moments
when I say something foolish.
I usually
realize how dumb I’m being
only after I’ve said it…
Clarity thunders,
striking me upside the head.
Today a few things
started making much more sense.
I know the feeling
will pass in a short while.
I’m doing my best
to get my ideas down
before they’re gone forever.
As the nighttime falls
I struggle to stay awake
and finish this task.
Is it still a good thing if
I no longer enjoy it?