mephausto

what i need
is a day
where the little things
begin to go right
again
and then
maybe I'll get a respite
from this mediocre
existence

but hey
i now know
that I can make crepes

still plenty of things to enjoy,
i tell ya.

somewhere beyond pushing someone else
to conform to your expectations
of coolness/emotions/shaving/dominance/sexual appetites/alotted giving/conversations/communications/eating habits/intellect/humor/problem solving/shopping style/music adoration/personal adoration/chores/technical knowledge/ability to save the world
there is some place
where affection remains pure
and unadulterated by
expectations
but i haven't found it
no
i haven't found it
because i'm still the sinner
even in my isolation

feh.
not what I wanted to say.
how could I...
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i'm sitting and howling along to some James Brown
Huh! Hit me!

and I'm thinking
I need to get a little of this out
hold on
what? what do you want?

no. no one here by that name.

yeah. thanks.

Huh! Good God!

so I was saying
i should put some of my head
out on
shit
hold on

yes?
no.
no. no one here...
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a little
about
me

in any sort of context, there isn't much that's humorous about living, because living inherently is an awful process of simulatenously desiring and seeking to eliminate desire through some sort of completion, whether you call it an orgasm, expectoraion, elimination, micturation, digestion or moving two thousand miles across a country to establish a home in an environment you've never experienced before....
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of course
the first time
they're going to say my name
over the air on KBOO
they pronounce
my last name wrong.

this is not loveless whining
because it was funny to me

but still
go figure, right?

it is now time
to suit up in my cold weather biking gear
set out on 205 parallel paths
and hopefully
not have made
stupid decisions
that cause me
to vomit between my knees
at a MAX station
only four miles completed
so if you're waiting for the light rail
and you smell a rancid mix
of cinnamon toast crunch, a pear, water, and a...
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somedays
all you want to do
is have your coworkers
shut up about celebrities
or marraige
or cute puppy dogs
or valentine hearts
because the smell
of the bullshit
they've been eating
ends up
all over your clothing
like a bad reminder
of a bar night gone bad
that you can't remember

contact improv? sushi? portland parks n' rec? pints of beer? Yes, they are all in common. Ask me how!