Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Take my wife please

She stopped at an unimportant corner of an unimportant block in her unimportant neighborhood.
She focused in on an unimportant crack near the unimportant corner.
She looked closely at the crack; closer than normal.
She thought more in depth about the crack; more in depth than normal.
She thought of how much unimportant stuff had to happen to make this unimportant crack; it was all quite amazing.
She wasn't sure why she was compelled to think more of this crack than any other unimportant crack.
She just, maybe, wanted to make something unimportant, important.
Being drunk sure can help an artist get haunted.
A wrap around balcony can really class up a place.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Oh Heavens

Jerry pulled very hard at the tough weed. It didn't budge as his clasped hand slid across the strong base of the plant causing something akin to rope burn. He cursed a retched curse to the heavens. He was pissed. It was bad enough his electric battery powered weed eater couldn't do the job of removal. Now God was playing jokes on him. He was sure of it. He regrettably stood up and walked all the way from his front yard to the old shed in the back of his house. The shed had uneven doors, sagged from years of wear, that were just difficult to open. After a bit of struggle Jerry was inside the shed trying to hunt down a tool he felt was over kill for such a job, but nonetheless, he needed: a pair of hedge clippers.

Jerry blew on and massaged his wounded hand as he scoured the shed for the clippers. After looking on shelves and in boxes he found them where he least expected them: hanging in their place. He grabbed them and made his way back to the weed.

When Jerry got back to the weed he was astonished to find it had transformed into a fire breathing dragon, and he was then engulfed by flames and cried to the heavens as his life slowly slipped away.

Most People

There is a hole in the wall.
There is a hole in the wall where someone once penetrated a nail.
I don't know what hung here.
I don't know if something hung here.
It had to have been to hang something.
I can not think of what else it was made for.
Maybe it was not a nail?
I can not think of what else it could have been.
People don't just make holes in walls.
Most people.

Tricky neon

Neon is a color that emits light without a release of energy. I'm of course not speaking of neon gas lights, because that of course releases energy, stupid. I'm talking about the neon colors that children like for their cloths, shoe laces, and school supplies-- to name a few. The tricky kind. The kind that makes you think, "oh look at all that energy being released and causing a beautiful glow." But NOOOOO! It's all a lie! It's a crazy colorful magic trick! And I feel a bit betrayed to be quite honest. Just saying.