tchotchke

i tear through the crossword

and i can tell you where i was

and in whose voice

i first heard each answer.

and

i don’t know

what’s cooler: my friend at work requiring

the spelling, or me being able to letter out

tchotchke

on the pink post-it.

age

…How about the 78-year-old grannysmith types you hear about who

down you with their motorcycle or off their spouse? Who

haven’t so much as batted a fly all their lives?

Shall I  become a senile, psycho old bat, too?

470 years from now I’m going to drive

my large, rusted hulk of a spacecar

[through whose windshield

I'll be barely tall enough to peer from]

really slow in front of you.

[in response to melsie's post]

catch a breath

here it is again

a lock, a poker sausage, a head

Ich liebe spam!

German spam messages in my comment section. Obscene?

Ein Schloss, Ein poker Wurst, Ein Kopf.

 heheee….

don’t ask him anything

“Well…I left mine’s…

at Fabric Row…”

 –street cleaner, 5th & Bainbridge

cringing

gerunds should be excised from the opening lines of poetry.

a notable exeption is, “Turning and turning in…”

if you are Yeats, you are allowed.

barma

one’s sucess, or lack thereof, in catching a bartender’s attention for another round on a friday night.

catching the eye of said individual right away, despite the fact that he is at the other end of the bar and you are very short, may be described as “good barma.”  

inventions

• fin-de-siecle phonebook 
• waste-of-time-machine
• Other Noodle soup
• thrft store called: Nothing New