The Momentum
There used to be a time in my life
when the moment mattered.
Now, nothing is moving.
Everything is a steady motionlessness.
More stagnant than Dweller’s Pond.
Time clicks off
seconds, minutes, hours, days,
and always my heart
is in the same place.
There used to be days
when I woke up breathless.
Now, the air is so thick
just living is labored.
If I move forward [...]

here are a couple haikus
1. the whistle tips go
whoo-whooooo, thats it and thats all.
you need whistle tips.
2. the famous big jon,
his shirt is really ugly.
maybe he’ll change it?

dont forget about the mustache contest.
show up at the pay-n-take monday january 7th 2008 at 7pm freshly shorn.
there will be a 5 dollar entry fee, the winner gets it all.
and remember your glorious mustache will own shit.

Dealers of Death
They all circled
one big round table.
The anticipation was alive
in the spittle on their lips.
No one was talking
or looking at anyone else.
The fish was so fresh
you could smell the salt.
When the server brought
that huge platter of rolls
hands and eyes tore through
the empty space above the table.
So much sushi
decimated in a cloud
of rice and splintered [...]

we were walking through
his garlic fields
outside truth or consequences.
Bill told me
the kids weren’t coming over.
The kids never come over
anymore.

i put up a post on nov. 30th explaining how i got thrown out of mia’s lounge. this letter was published in flagstaff’s local paper flag live. this week’s issue of flag live contains a response letter:
Letters and Corrections
Stray beer cans: hazardous to your social life …
Published on 12/13/2007
LETTERSEDITOR’S NOTE: This blurb was [...]

I wonder if glowing snow is bad for bikes?

What We Wish For
You were what every high school boy dreams of.
good looking, a little older,
forgiving of my age and inexperience.
You took me home to your parent’s house
every afternoon for a week.
Monday you degraded me.
Tuesday I degraded you.
Wednesday you dressed up in your sister’s clothes.
Thursday your mom walked in on us.
Friday was the last time [...]

we got there friday night and it was raining, it had been raining for a while, and it was going to be raining for a while. my camper shell leaked and got most of my stuff real wet, and i was sleeping in there, so i was also damp come morning.
i put back a [...]

To whom it may concern.
I am writing to inform you of the events of the evening November 29, 2007. Mia’s Lounge is lame. I am a long time Shindaggers fan and part-time merch peddler (the Shindaggers have many wonderful t-shirt choices), and I am calling for the community boycott of this new bar. [...]

Two in from Mr. Bussman this week, a haiku and a poem.
Jake hates poetry
poetry is good for you
I kind of hate Jake.
There’s a lot of love in this room.
How to Cut the Cord
Remember to shout,
and when you’re finished with your beer
throw it at something, anything,
and throw it kind of hard.
Always keep the cell [...]

He has it
Learning to intertwine the secular sounding
Rhythms of his cool jazz with a voice of my own
My brother has always been cool
Saying the best comeback
Using wit and charm
At first I tried to separate myself
Stumbling backwards while he glides forward
Now I wear the same jeans as him
My strut tries to swagger the same
We [...]

Elegy for a man I barely knew
You were a good friend of my dads.
College buddies, drinking beer
and chasing girls.
You married friends,
moved into apartments down the hall
and started having babies.
then your family moved to Chicago.
My first memory of you
is a little blurry.
It was late, it must have been three,
or maybe four in the morning.
You and Ford [...]

Butter or pie
We left Portland early. By 8am, at least. On our way out to Hood River we decided that we had no idea where we were going. “The Fruit Loop” was the answer, where it started was the question. The fellow at the Mobile (just off the highway) was real [...]