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Another Day in Confusion Land
Homemade noodles and chilled sake, in my eyes the world’s still so foggy. Starving my disillusionment and making magic, what a treat it’d be this year to kill the panic. One, two, three, four, five—I lost count of all the posted notes I’ve found, written to the world and my now glacial soul. The to-do’s, self-reminders, and must-do’s know their time will come, but for now on paper they look good, dancing to the beat of my drum. “I hear that… Nothing new… Never mind… We’re doomed…” Their comments match the year’s theme, it seems. But people would go far to prove a point, ignoring when the damage’s been done…
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Devious – A Poem
If you only holla when you’re mala I’d bet you a koala, that known even in Guatemala, you ain’t worth a dolla. Or a dime or none of my time. Sour like a lime, devious like slime, without you I’ll be fine. So be real or be gone and I don’t mean a put-on sincerity bought on Amazon. Tons of years, same outcome, end it already, baby, come on.
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Don’t Read The News
“Don’t read the news,” I tell myself to avoid disappointment, disgust, rejection, repulsiveness, and sadness. That never works. I never listen to my own commands, my own advice. Mainly because I love being informed, even though the result is almost always the same: bad news. And it’s even worse, ten times intensified, when you get your news from the internet because it comes with an incredible amount of unsolicited commentary from trolls who are very proud of their opinion no matter how utterly stupid they sound. I’m starting to wonder if this is really how we’re supposed to live; making each other sick with misery. Humans can’t seem to reach…
