Cooper-Young is an epicly quaint place where post-retirement hippies & post-graduate hipsters form a swirling nexus of open minds, mostly-liberal principles and Association Fees. Further north, the debauchery of Overton Square is lauded by every college student I’ve ever met. This length of Cooper Street is than the gulf between freshman and senior year. With The Roo supplementing our crumbling infrastructure, it’s the best place in Memphis to randomly find a good time. Continue reading 831
Clothes Mountain
Sits before me.
It was in a black hole
Disguised as a closet.
I discovered the rift
While exploring
Feng Shui, aka,
Cleaning the kitchen.
Upper Middle Class guilt
Compels me to give
Them all away, just so
I can’t neglect them.
The children nor the clothes.
Instead I swept up
A salad of cat byproducts
And three toenails.
Yoga for balance
A quick realignment
Breathing light
Into the dark.
A quick respite
Scissors ready.
Enthusiasm ingested.
Time to demolish
Some retail value.
Phrases that point fingers
Aren’t conducive to growth
Not you, I and me, you say?
I work better with directions
And my own clever devices
Needlessly intrusive energy
Does not make me shine.
I’m on this side of the fence
I am doing my best to behave
I am quiet most of the time.
My actions are the proof.
I have boundaries to honor
I love the life I am building
Good fences and cement walls
Make business banter better
Stop looking for an insult
In everything I ever say
I’m not a mean person
I see the entropy is all.
My core is less shakeable.
Gotta look out for the quiet ones
I always say.
The left stems from the right
Perhaps evolution is wrong
We didn’t grow from smaller to bigger
Instead our species devolved
Prehistoric co-dependence
Each leg from a different body
Using each other just to stay upright
Finding beauty in symmetry
Exalting coordination
Each of us
Constantly
striving
for balance.
My two halves
Oily reflection
A shimmer of rainbow
Like gasoline
Over water.
This is why
I won’t date Gemini
Worky worky worky
Mind like beef jerky
Feeling kinda twerky
Nipples all perky
Attention gets quirky
Desire turns murky
Faces appear smirky
You…
don’t like me?
I’m gonna make the jump.
Standing at the edge of the forest
Peering across an endless open space
Squinting through the haze
Desperate to find the nearest haven
Away from the burning glares
Apart from the slogging wasteland
Of media-driven fear-based rhetoric
And the newest way to lose 10 pounds.
No reason I can’t, a few reasons I won’t.
When shopping for a new heart
Healthy is pretty premium quality
Almost died last night, only 6 ft away
Instead, I cried. And didn’t feel loved.
Don’t more need heroes
Just less working class
Creativity spread like jam
Across the knives and tables
After an executive brunch
While I clean the crumbs
Off a George Foreman grill
Once mopping up floors
I thought, No really,
“I’m better than this.”
Just cause; a relationship ends
Doesn’t mean it wasn’t good.
I know how much of me
you can handle. I know you.
Always moving.
Go with the flow.
Entropy exists
For a good reason.
Semicolonic intent
Obtuse angels.
The secret is the silence
Charlie and Bob had it right
Capture them with your smile
Look out for the quiet ones
Competing empathies
Good cop, Tough love
Support v encouragement
Strong co-dependencies
If knowledge is power
I’m a whole mamma bear
Above the state average
Careful not to cut yourself
Strong women are
Totally in this season
This owl is what she seems
I’m secure in silence.
I’m watching a strange show on Netflix called Switched at Birth. It feels oddly familiar. Like Seventh Heaven with alcohol and a kindly Puerto Rican gramma.
I expect transexuality to come up in Season 3 when the traditional social commentary gets stale. I hope they give it to the older brother.