I am not a death trap,
I am an endless vortex
Of time wasting progress bars
Directing my attention left to right
Like I’m some kind of retro hippy
Looking for the signs.
I’m not a slow moving timeline,
I’m updated frequently;
Moving like a well oiled dance floor.
This is not death.
This is running.
Importing.
And I’m waiting.
Category: nerd
Medium Roast Pour Over (day 1194)
I am yet awake,
I have not yet groaned
My spider scaring roar
That echoes through these walls
And the cobwebbed corners of my mind.
But when I do,
When I finally wiggle my toes
And touch the cool cool floor
Of this autumn day morning,
I will smell the embracing aroma
Of my medium roast pour over.
The Hour of the Feast (day 1160)
I pick upon the hours of time
Like some delectable brandywine
But to my delight
There’s never a fight
When it comes time to dine
Indirect Proposals (day 1082)
Lifting consciousness
Developing closed eyes
Unaware awake
Inactive (day 1073)
This inactive user,
Scheduled for sleep.
Retired.
Lost in thought
At the local park bench.
Idle green light.
Low power mode.
Studded Tires in Spring (day 1053)
Melting snow
Clip clop
Lug nuts
Brown Candy (day 1043)
Your brown candy side part pulls at my edges
Leaving my manicured innocence clenching;
Reasonable drip sensing dilated pupils.
Pull into my senses you heart beating faster
Music rolls onward like wheels on the road
And I watch you, young brazen child,
Waiting for a spill on isle two
My tall, naked, and empty cup sits lonely
Please push your digital devices
A little closer to the edge
I’d like to have more space please
Tables always wobbly, clean, but wobbly and full
Cold patrons wander in stomping off the dew drops
I observe the wind blowing the black and white parquet awning
Where I unplug and vacate my window seat
Girls Dig Them (day 956)
I wear my vintage sweaters everywhere
They make me feel hip
Like Patti Smith mixed with Albert Collins
Kind of cool to the bone cat
It’s convenient because when it’s cold
I’ve got protection
Layered into vintage wools
And historic oranges
I used to care more about the holes
But now they’re marked with untold stories
Some days, if I’m feeling adventurous
I’ll make stories to fill them up
But mostly I just like the smell
Curling around me and calling me theirs
And the girls dig them
Especially when it’s cold out
Knot (day 907)
Begin with a knot
Crank it
Pull it
Yard it
Jack it
Yank it
And hold it
Now repeat
PCBs (day 885)
Pine tree green
Flashing LEDs
Silver