chicken wings

then I kill a horse
and won't go to the ballpark unless I am umpire
I have never misspelled a word
isn't that enough to get you into the pool

I will call an alien an alien to its face

if love is real
why is it soooo real?

popcorn

"you make popcorn and wait for the changing of the globe.”
you have practiced this and you say it in a chipper light tone
eyes wide open not scary you hope
your date does not understand.
“Just watch and wait.”
nothing happens
“Nothing happened” your date says.
“Yes but what if it did?”
not knowing what this means scared of the next moment
has you have been scared of every moment before it
your friend Scott is going to jump of the roof and yell
“Everything!”
you both hope he doesn’t break anything but it would make a good scar you both agree
you take a breathe knowing that its going to be one followed by another one
your proud of that and her name is Suzan,
a good moment you figure as you suck in deep
maybe she has simlar feelings
maybe you can at least share them
you will ask her that
Scott jumps from the roof scared looking at your face
you smile
proud today at least of where the demons have brought you today
Scott yells “Everything!”
maybe she is in love with you already.

instead of naps part #1

i just stared at the wall
like it was an ocean
and I was doing some awesome shit

15 year olds

each president has eaten at MacDonalds a 15 year old said
the bad guys know it also
when they make smily faces turned up side down on bad things
the country singer talks to
the journal of the 15 year old when there scared of the faces
he tells them to be strong to keep putting things in things
and to forget all the roads
the bad guys stood up in the back of the room
because there in the room there always in the room arn't they?
and said "you have to many brains in brains to keep going young 15 year old
and has for you country singer well the past can't be caughten up with
sad faces, we will sell you a bleeding copy machine if you know what I meen?"
the 15 year olds like the country singer
but the birthday party was for people who liked ties in races

meat on chalkboard

that clocks actually a bomb
tied up in a pop song beliefs
so we uncovered guitar solos
and tried out jeans that are
attracted to mail men
who have a little over a five o'clock shadow
it brought us back to the stadium show
you can see thousands dancing together
dick clark wearing his old pajamas
counting backwoards with a small smile
I saw you dancing there
and the bomb with all the things it could be
with knees against day glow bones
well strike up the band
because we all want it to be a flower when
were done pretending to be the sound man

faked being injured

Looked for gold in my mom's house
didn't find any
thought I might find a big chunk of it
who knows, not everybody knows.
Wasn't disappointed just went to a pg-13 movie
counted all the swears, there were seven
there were young children there.
I faked being injured outside the theater
Saying "Am being attacked by badness, will you help me young one?"
4 out of 7 said
"yes"
so I kept on eating crackers outside
of church

charly brown

You wake up, thinking about the things the kids carve into there desks
You call out of work using the voice of a president that has been shot at.
"I hate when presidents are shot."
You could say this to him, the stranger in your bed.
You wake him up motivated by this thought
"We need to go slow, small steps, people think they can just change in a second you can't."
He agrees with you and throws out all his acid. "I wish birds were flying over head while I did this." You both nod your head and there is another moment, you both don't know what to do. You both look at each other.
"Yup." You both say it like the first time a mom ever stops thinking about her knew born child.
"I wish I hadn't thrown out all the acid" he says with a cough
"I need to go to work and teach children about science"
"That's bullshit I thought we were going to change today no matter how slowly."
"Am sorry, I need to heat up the car"
As you are teaching the kids about the cosmos you look out the window and see him in the school yard, some kids are crying.
"Allllll be right back.” You often speak like a cartoon to the children, fearing the intensity of there growing brains.
"What are you doing here" You notice he has a knew tattoo.
"I have my ways you have yours."
You go back into the classroom; one of the kid’s raises there hands and says,
"There was a man today who told me that there is no Santa Claus” Every child’s face and reality swung facing you. You debate just pointing to the map of the cosmos or hugging each child. But all you can think of is
what is written often on the desks in the class room even at this early of age, you say it in a cartoon voice.
"Fuck the police."

lovers

"I have been thinking how I don't love you anymore"
your lover for 8 years tells you as you both wake up.
"that's not good," you say.
"it's only a thought, I have millions of them a day, they don't mean much."
"what does this one mean?"
I don't know as I said it's just a thought I think about castles at times for god sake. As I said it doesn't mean that much. You don't need to blow it up."
"No, my love, that’s exactly what we need to do."
So you and your lover craft an entire world around this thought. What colors does it like, what nick names for large but not scary dogs would it make, what is the mayor of the town it life’s in daughters cheerleading song? It extensive and finally real.
"This is great for are relationship isn't it?"
there is no response
You finally ask the question, "Would this thought love me"
"Who are you?" She asks.
So you do the same with your live, devising a world based on your fears, hopes and wants
after weeks you ask again
"So would this thought love me?"
"Forget it your not a dreamer anyway"
"What's that supposed to mean.
"Watch my face of life." You lover says
has they storm out of the house leaving in there knew red car
off to a matinee movie with a blind child.

motherfucking action

went to camp wearing the leather pants that my parents gave me
your parents give you everything when your young
I was never picked on any teams
spent my time talking to made up angels
on the last day we lost against the camp across the lake
i cried the longest
and a kid named Carl
asked me to sing to animal sprits
i realized that the only time your free when young is when your
crying or singing
so I believe those leather pants to be an obvious omen
they knew i was ready
i came back home didn't say a word
just burned down my room
they gave me a ticket to Tennessee
Carl know's a kid who can play the flute

showing your teeth

There was a eating contest
I was sure to win
that's all I fucking do,
me and my friends from way back.
Go into a restaurant and just tear the place apart.
Eating is eating loving is loving but passion is passion
deep in my heart it was what I have
i'm obese but I can eat
I lost
kids who i could eat had this chock reflex thing
you can't beat them it's like breathing not eating
Well I still eat and i can eat
passion spreads it wings and when i reach for ranch or something right
I know am dancing with greatness
they can have there fucking trophies
I'm making love to death

37years later

John watched his dad drunk coaching farm league. It was the man’s war and romance. When Connie, a mother of one of the players, voiced her opinion that perhaps he should not be drunk around small children. She was yelled down, “His got sprit,” the remaining parents yelled back a little too strongly. Five apologized by phone that night explaining that the coach was too alive to be lassoed in, just watch him, John’s dad yelled positive advice the entire time, calling time out to hug each player. Weeping uncontrollably at times, climbing fence’s, bring a boom box and playing modern country. These were the only time John saw his father emotional besides this he worked at a car wash and was almost catatonic from it when coming home. They never spoke of the games and John didn’t believe that his father even knew that he was watching the game. After the last game when his father came home bloody.
John asked “How was the season?”
“We tied every game.”
Every kid on the team became a doctor.

Chuck

You fear your boss and he knows it, “That’s the person who fears me.” You hear him say often to a man who wears white gloves inches away from you. You never allow yourself to think about the man with the white gloves, never, it’s the kind of work place.
Your not used to stressful situations because your life is beautiful as the community voted. This boss is intimating however, he seems upset often snd you want to help him.
This day is different though he comes over to your desk and suggests that he teaches you how to swim. This seems odd to no one but you.
You inform him that you know how to swim "How about proper decorum in a Victorian ball," he suggests.
You don’t know if this is a joke, should you laugh hard with a tint of sarcasm or nod your head like you’re an animal that is pregnant. You decide to nod you head like an animal. Your boss walks over to the man and whispers something in his ear the man with white gloves then proceeds to walk over and slap you in the face.
“You would have no idea how to survive in the wild,” he says with support. Your boss comes back over with a smile, “Now where we, yes, and the Victorian ball were meet me at the YMCA tonight at 7.” When there your boss is playing in a wheel chair basketball game, he loses and cries and you hold him confused but wanting to feed you kids. "I heard you were beautiful," he yells. You question what true beauty is.

big boats

I put my head under water and smiled a practiced smile.
See I thought to myself I kind of know what I am doing
but I did not.
It was hard enough to light my hair on fire
my son advised me that gasoline would work better then liquir
he is a scientist and I have three boats unfinshed in the yard.
I just needed signs to point me in the right direction, getting things done.
When your hairs on fire put it out.
When your alive be happy.

big shoes

Marty quickly puts down his video game controller, a term you used hours ago that he laughed about until he seemed disgusted.
You question if your son ever thinks that your part of his life in anyway.
“Death” he responded, “I want to talk and I want to talk about death.”
“Great!” Happy to get a response of any kind, “We will talk about death for four days straight and just eat not so good yogurt.”
By the third day your son is singing poetic prose about death, you have cried and cried over and over again feeling more alive then ever. Wrapped up in a rug as he unleashes secrets of what it is to be alive and what death brings.
By the forth day you are tired and you are laying face down in yogurt, Marty just looks out the window and repeats "Death."
You quit your job and this cycle continues for weeks, you just eat no so good yogurt, you have lost track of Marty. You believe his flying at other times a demon.
When you turn on the TV for the first time with the hopes of being inraged you see that they have named you weatherman of the year. You cry a single tear of blood and realize as Marty is free basing his hair that you are on the right track. Change is hard, you have to move forward.