Shut Up and Write

We all come from broken childhoods

neglected, tormented, lonely, discouraged.

We’ve all lived through certain heartbreak

tragic melancholy, hope irreparably shattered

We’ve all suffered through loss and

inundation. Life is too much, often,

and disproportionately.

Yet this doesn’t make us average,

or even mundane.

Most people find the strength in themselves to

conquer these mountains,

but we summit these experiences

and feel compelled to tell the stories

until the hurt seeps out of us

and we can write

our own new endings.

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Mom

As she lay dying

I understand

that I can’t be

the reason she lives for.

She has to fight through

this on her own,

finding her own reason

to keep those old hands working,

that weary heart to beating.

And I, too, must search

now, to find my reason

to be here.

One that doesn’t include

spending my life

seeking her love,

anymore.

Ginger Snapped

Sources claim that it was a combination

of starvation and syphilis that brought

the red hair among the Celtic nations,

not the Viking conquests, which was

the previous rumor. So I suppose

the end result of going home

at the end of the night with the red-headed

fiddler from the Irish pub will be the same:

conquest or maybe syphilis,

but least likely, starvation.

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-in plasma screen tv.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

eleven percent introductory credit card interest, ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

twelve times the Prozac, eleven percent introductory credit card interest, ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a whole bunch of other shit no one needs.

 

 

 

A Worthwhile Trade on a Wintry Morning

I’ll bet no one ever gets

a cold in the tropics: there’s

never a damned chill in the

air or the inability to thaw,

regardless of how many blankets

or cups of coffee are used to

counteract the situation.

Indeed, of all the time

I’ve ever spent down on

that beautiful island down

south, I’ve only ever caught

a mild case of the clap.

 

Decomposition

Pity to those who travel here

seeking witty banter, jocular

prose or even perhaps that

momentary respite inside this

old, hectic mind: a thought about

the current state of fascism all

wrapped up in beautiful consumer

goods and single-use plastic.

A throwback to the good old

times, which might have never

really existed, except in this

dusty memory. Clouded with

regrets and gin, swaying drunkenly

in a second line. Closed eyes,

a smile, clutching this bourbon

and crumbling from the

outside.

 

Sorry to those who made this

journey, only to find the old

girl dead. Still at attention, she’s

decaying in the air, choked

by the fires, and blowing

away with the warming

Santa Ana winds.

Leif Ericsson on Mount Rushmore

Fancying ourselves as simply

hardworking Protestants,

bringing refinement and manners,

family values to the Thanksgiving

table, we truly celebrate the

colonization and conquest

of this new world: tearing apart

drumsticks and mutton chops.

Feasting with mirth and mead

in our American-made

Valhalla. Three cheers for

our determination to conquer

those who have extended

our lives with their

peace.