word string

sleep sleep snooze along the river of dreams into a wakefulness without the BEEP BEEP BEEP down in the brain under the low weeping willows floating up into a joy lost beyond the waking dream subway ride over ragged rocks in holy fields to crushing rushing waterpaths in ultraspeed of destination

Hello, Lucky!

lessons

They fell in love over jaeger bombs at the bar, and she sat in a corner, pineapple juice in one hand, flask of tequila in the other. A hag who's a total headcase, waiting for her gay to notice that she was not happy. Or waiting for him to care. People do not like to be manipulated, and who wants to be around the black hole of happiness? She'll spiral for a while.

I have my theories about why we don't have the opposite of the fag hag/gay boy relationship. Anybody else want to chime in?

better bitter quartameter

with bitterflies up in the sky
and flowers wilting right near by
it's time to find a better way
to sit alone and pass the day

I accidentally typed bitterflies instead of butterflies, so I went with it.

expanding the blog

Due to time constraints and such now with school, I am toying with expanding the scope of this blog to include things beyond fictional writing. I will still promise at least one post a week of creative stuff, but the other days could be essays or reactions to events or reviews of things. Mostly, I just feel like I'm putting too much thrown together poetry on here.

What do you think? Leave your thoughts in the comments or email them to me.

Rock!
.~cj rene

subway debates

On a semi-crowded subway car at the end of the day.

A1

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen! I am not asking for money. I don't need money. I need healthcare, so I want to know: what do you think about health care reform? Miss? Miss? Sir? Anyone? Anyone with an opinion? With some knowledge to pass on? Sir? Ma'am?

A2

Healthcare reform without a public option is bullshit. We need single payor at the least, but we're probably going to end up with something worse than what we have if we end up with anything at all.

C1

Oh, please. We need people to work for their healthcare, instead of bums like this chick trying to get me to pay for it. Get a job!

A1

Actually, I have three jobs. I'm in two unions. I still don't have insurance.

C2

Me either. I work 30 hours a week, so my boss doesn't have to give me insurance.

C1

Get a different job.

C2

Right, because there are so many out there and we aren't seeing record numbers of unemployment.

If you know anything about Invisible Theatre, you probably get the idea here.

to be five

Five in the bad way is temper-tantrums and being forced to wear things you hate.

Five in the good way is playtime and imagination and fart jokes.

I hope this clears up any confusion.

talkin' 'bout underpants

A
vicky wants to see my underpants

B
okay...

A
vicky wants to talk about them

B
um...

A
vicky thinks i'm funny

B
is that reason enough

A
vicky's paying me

B
oh. wait. that's

A
prostitution?

B
yeah or something

A
i'm not sleeping with her; i'm not even modeling them

B
it just seems ... off

A
eh. i still have $300.

I have way too many pairs of underpants. I do not like the word panties; it makes me feel like I'm five (in the bad way).