i totally forgot about this thing

11-25-09

everything starts to feel the same

small spaces with nothing to say

can't stop fiddling with my keys

dig the lighthouse before it's extinct

no five word poems, george!...duh!

listening to albums from high school

forget having to wake up early

eternal, maternal, fraternal! the colonel kernal

these curtains are really very nice

two people here wear striped shirts

what is the point, you fuckers

red and yellow hat groovy groovy

today was a very good day

this poem has only six words

that poem has only six words

- kitty, jesse, george, & joyce

10-10-09

play me something really fucking loud

don't remember what control feels like

always hanging out under the surface

I hate when clothes stretch out

who told you to stop eating

I have no problems with you

who are these people near me

dropping existentialism too much in conversation

I fear forgetting meanings of words

someone help me buy new boots

I want concise economy of words

while talking it's like you're vomiting

how many songs can I write

name emotions like pointing to them

somehow the wine glasses become empty

drink more when you don't think

I am tired of helping people

maybe I don't ever help people

pronounce words weird when you sing

might be squirrels in the walls

how do you get squirrels out

there's so many fucking squirrels everywhere

squirrels are cute sometimes I guess

but not inside the fucking walls

- joyce

monday morning narrative

every morning I play the radio

I appreciate my morning jacket songs

yawning during second cup of coffee

like two would ever be enough

early bedtimes don't seem to work

wonder if my hemoglobin is low

my boss often disappears for hours

eating mrs. fields butter toffee popcorn

I eat whatever free gifts come

just spend $150 on office supplies

I think you have bipolar disorder

or maybe you're just on drugs

cried last night watching a documentary

it was about a 15-year-old kid

jumped out a window; committed suicide

after composing pros and cons list

the score ended up being even

they had taken him off lithium

I do not think it's fair

wish every day we started over

- joyce @ work

August 4, 2009

I am Hank Williams' bristled beard

i find manicotti to be inedible

sit. stare. click click drag drag.

her mouth wraps around her face

it feels like 1000 purring kittens

Pablo stares and no one cares

he is, no doubt, a virgin

putting the smile on and on

i tripped over your deflated ego

we are all going to hell

july 21, 2009

that's a lot of blueberry goop

it's been raining, streets are wet

overhearing conversations I know nothing about

the boys left down rainy streets

someone sat here before I did

thrift store searching, no better discoveries

green fields hidden on penthouse roofs

your cleavage distracts me quite well

not sure there are greener pastures

to be insecure is very 2008

high-speed trains shuttle; everything direct linked

we appreciate bar music drowning conversation

we've been here before, running madly

we've seen these buildings swallow sunlight

city memories consume every single street

we've been here before, perfectly still

nights meant for sleeping, spent manic

kitty susan lizz @ the pourhouse on 11th and 3rd