trash

put on your gloves and lets go on a walk

bend over and pick up whatever catches your eye

but stay away from anything that will decay on its own

The maggots will make ya gag

You’re going to want to shake most things before tucking them away--

Sometimes something stinky-wet-sticky is trying to get out.

Focus on the plastics

the crushed water bottles are the best

Especially when they have been sun-dried.

One long one

Dash me with salt,

crisp me up under the broiler,

until I am golden brown,

my recipe is behind a paywall.

Send me a package with pretty pink ribbon

i know you will turn the lights off when you leave

my car is at your uncles house--

will you let him know i am coming over?

how high does an air balloon fly?

Surely it gets hotter the closer you are to the sun.

Tie my shoe laces

double knots, please.

I will have clean socks tomorrow

3 verses

getting more intentional,

I am getting off the ferris wheel,

follow me down the gravel road.

Where the river bank used to sit,

Where the strawberries dripped down Abby's chin

Reach out to me

Find a way to let yourself in

hesitate standing at the gate

swing open

follow through

Choking on a hot dog, bun and all.

Not so many fish in the sea when your head in in a puddle

Rinse the vinegar from your hair

we are going to the theater.

Mom is making meat loaf for dinner

and you can come over if you want.

Friday afternoon contemplations

the number of people I have in my phone contacts and who are also dead is only going to increase

XX

Hot cement on pale thighs

Meet me when the mourning cries

Here and high and here and low

Brush me of my summer snow

making the bed

I know I am divinely loved,

In my world of clean sheets

Were witness to the clock hand shoved,

Changing together while the oven heats

All I can see is the sun

Exploding onto my rug

Infinite embroidery

Coming undone

Maybe we will never face something commensurate to man’s capacity for wonder

(alt title: lizards don't know god)

maybe god is somewhere between us

in our stochastic capacity to wonder

Maybe god is the pull in my chest that reminds me of my mother.

God must have something to do with life, right?

the reducing of chaos internally

Hot sun to cold earth

If you think about it scientifically,

In a lot of ways lifes about fucking

The pull of our cells in the atomic wrestling

Even the mold spreads.

So maybe there is a little bit of god in the kiss I give your shoulder

That warm exchange of returning entropy

In our grand crescendo towards disorder

Something my HPC professor just said

you will wait long enough for the future to happen

and then you will ask yourself

is this what i had conceptualized it to be

and the answer will be no

it is not

Extreme Gradient Boosting (XGBoost)

i am trying to think in six dimensions,

but the white of my socks is blinding.

you understand creativity,

but i understand profit.

so i will harness stochasticity,

while you smear paint.

its only a pot if you can hold it.

internet comments no context pt. 3

Hello! I am looking for song recs where the singer yells or cries for their mom lol.

(edit: aching and longing cries also qualify)

internet comments no context pt. 2

The eyes are too blue. Anytime ive met someone with that blue of eyes they were crazy.

Men with blue eyes think they're soooooo special haha

right! And im like actually, i like em with the dark deep brown eyes, sooooo...

im all about the body, can't fuck eyes anyway

my six year old son has the bluest eyes and I can confirm hes crazy.

internet comments no context

Run. He's married with an open relationship. He owns half the sport clips in the metro area.

I Am So Kind

I am so kind

That when I get home from work

I sit bow legged in my arm chair

Staring out my front window

Watching the cars parked on my street

So that when one leaves

I can pull my car forward

Or push it back a bit

So there are more open spots

On the street

I am so kind

I do this for 15 hours

Until it is time

For me to go back to work

The Park

We

Are

Going

To

The

Park,

Bring

All

The

Clementines

You

Can

Carry.

In the Alley

There is a man in the alley.

I am taking the trash out.

He pulls up his pants.

I pull down my shorts.

He is working on a motor.

It is not running.

Some Guy

At some point in history, some guy decided he was going to cut open a dead body and poke around to see what he could find out about what was going on in there for the first time.

And thanks to him, we have a field of evidence-based medicine that has dissected our anatomy down to our individual genes. Millions of lives, saved.

But whoever that guy was, he was probably a real freak.

Fireball

I know what you're thinking.

Hope, its 8 o'clock on a Thursday.

No one wants to take a shot of

FireBall.

But have you considered,

Yes, You Do?

Perhaps

perhaps a life is meaningful if you find a pursuit worthy of it?

perhaps tetris is enough?

my little chubby

when I see her,

he comes out.

my little chubby.

chonked up,

right in my pants.

I am sweating.

before I know it,

I am all porked up.

with no where to go