April 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 180
Category: Life
After 7 years of marriage
She has a shrink
I have a shrink
We have a shrink together
We have groups we shrink with…
If someone pushes a button
Alot of people will be stuck
In a crowded elevator
Enough reason to not push the button…
But after 7 years…
I wouldn’t mind slipping down the stairwell
And leaving everyone guessing…
Oh fuck it
Let’s get to the ground floor already
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 179
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
If I don’t write my fiction
My life becomes weird
I start acting out
I become increasingly obsessed
With terrorist sex, mud worship etcetera…
I am not someone who can afford
To be too preoccupied with life
Not to keep my fiction out of check…
I have to write
It is a fetish
I cannot afford to extinquish
Unless, I want to burn up…
Lucky me
Friday, April 24, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 178
Category: Sports
I am entertained by the notion
To arrange scheduled debates
Like Saturday Night At The Fights…
My wife and I will put on gloves
And go twelve rounds
Rearranging our arguments
To fit in more efficiently
With each others differences…
We will come to an understanding…
As opposed to our street fights,
Where people get hurt in 30 seconds
The boxing ring allows warriors
To spar for hours
Judges are even needed to decide
Who pummeled who…
And in the end, only brain damage…
After many years of debating
And we won’t even know it
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 177
Category: Writing and Poetry
The problem with the blank page
Is not that I won’t have what to say
It’s that what I write will be such shit
That when I get back to it and read it
It will still be there
Which is hard to believe
Since, I only use invisible ink
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Baloney Hi-Coos And Faux Cues Number 176
Category: Life
You know you have the cord
It’s in a box of cords, filled with: male and female plugs
AC/DC switches, power strips, extentions
All the cords are tangled and a mess
Some weird orgy of cords and plugs…
Bunch of fuckin’ garbage actually
It’s easier to throw the whole box of cords out
And then when you need a cord, go buy it!
If only the relationship to the imbilical cord
Were as easy as that…
Wait, maybe it is
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