About Me

I'm a mystery- like those black stripes that cover up body parts on t.v., or the body parts they cover.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Facelift

Yes, the blog has received a face-lift, and even as my fingers bang this message out with the accuracy of hot dogs pressing cell phone keys, I am aware that my blog, not unlike the hangman's root from which the homunculus springs, has developed a life of its own. A life of snarky commentary and poor poetry, not unlike the life of the average hipster. So, as if justification was necessary, the blog has undergone this change because:
The page and font were too dark, making it difficult to read
The color scheme, while appealing, made little sense in keeping with the ideas of form and
function
It was a bit depressing
The lighter color makes for a more uplifting viewing experience
It was time for a change
A foolish consistency. . .

Monday, April 28, 2008

since everyone else is writing poems. . .

steeped and thorny on tongues
lapped from greedy hand to greedy mouth
brought on great steam ships
their billowing smoke blowing the bony ashes of their captains
whose nautical maps have turned to dust

untraceable
unreadable
altogether useless

like thorn tempered tongues
lapping greedily from a greedy hand
to a greedy mouth

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Does a Peter Poop In The Woods??

Yes. Yes he does. The camping trip this weekend was a complete success, complete with Chartreuse hangover, missing tent poles and a urine soaked mattress. The phrase "urine soaked mattress" has the perfect amount of syllables to begin a haiku with. . .

Urine soaked mattress
Breakfast quesadilla blues
If you go, go Strohs

24 hours in 17 syllables.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Happy April Fools Day; your fly is down.

Now that that's out of the way, I hope everyone had a very fine first day of April, a month that holds many distinctions, but the greatest of all must be as the shared birth month of William Shakespeare and the guy who played Horshack on "Welcome Back, Kotter". I hope that like Horshack your month is spent being blissfully ignorant of your own annoying tendencies and grating personality, and like Shakespeare, in pursuit of intellectual and artistic conquests. Welcome Back, April. Welcome back, Welcome back, Welcome baaaaack.