the ground was soaking wet
"comprehension type questions"
and the dinner plates were set
"just ease of test taking"
and he expected to leave
"due to negative stereotypes"
and just after they eat
"they will confirm the stereotypes of their group"
and as she went to sleep
"threat, just informing"
everything was soaking wet

pronounce: heritability

the bottles chilled
"...analytic, requires meta-cognition"
and he thought about the futurist (from the video)
"a little higher than cognition"
and he was none of those things
"and then practical"
and his broken wings
"for achieving your goals"
and he felt it inside
"intelligence can mean many different things"
and he knew he would die
"you may be weak in one area"
and he knew it was called psychogenic death
"you may be stronger in another"

he wanted to pass
"around the third grade, IQ levels out"
and kids inhaling smoke
"the culture"
got wrong, the answer

for Dash Snow

i'm not alive
i'm not tired
i'm not right
my head hurts so bad
my stomach too
i've got nothing to do
light hurts my eyes
so i stared at the screen
read like a fiend
doing drugs in a hamsters nest
i read they laid him to rest
the new york post they
lost their biggest fan,
needle in hand
showed them art
showed them garbage man

she's gonna notice you tonite

get her by
lovely line
ultra fine
super solid

better to have
never tried
ever fried
side of salad

built upon
really high
self reply
every answer

if i am
somewhat kind
perfect minds
will scare her

blame it on
stupid tries
shifty eyes
to make you nervous

it's not about
what's inside
or whats outside
floating all around us

whenever i see my pretty girl
(it's like she has diamonds in her eyes)
shining bright like the sun
and i have to look away
that light bounces back and forth
(the light cancels itself)
it's like we don't have to look
and i just know we're an even match
a pair most likely meant to be

love is
a boy with a bullet,
a girl with a gun
passionately wondering
how to kill themselves
at the same time
but on every try
they only make a mess

should they spoon and
shoot through the stomach?
or look eye to eye
before they die?
on every try
they only make a mess

on the fourth floor
i asked you for more
shelves of books
lighted looks
by the front door
i kissed and adored
shapes of hips
tastes of lips
on the screen porch
i lit a kerosene torch
packs of matches
matches and matches

leaving myself in ceres park

underneath the bridge
water sounds bouncing
trucks rolling vs. minivans
my handwriting is very loose right now
no more self awareness in poems
(a break from car noises)
i

oh there is no i
the tree said "why?"
to the other tree listening passionately
why do i have to live next to this noise?
because you love it
you
oh there is no you
"ask the rust"

i caught the rust asleep
oh there is no i
architecture
not i said the architecture
with no bullets
ask the rust what it can do for you
oh there is no you
there is only speech and the creek

A conversation between Melatonin, Oxcytocin, Adrenal Hormones, and Sex Hormones

           The four of them sat in a circle around a small picture of a campfire. There were very few beers left. The boxes had piled up into the Mt. Everest of alcoholism.

          "Everything fucking sucks," said Melatonin.

          "I know," said Oxytocin.

          "I want to fuck this one teacher I have," said Sex Hormones.

          "Chill out negroes, tonight is gonna be fuckin insano," said Adrenal Hormones.

          "I was watching Dog The Bounty Hunter last night, shit was fucking cash,"

          "That show fucking sucks bro, what were you thinking dog?"

          "Fuck you man, that show is cool," said Melatonin.

          "I'm hungry," barked Adrenal Hormones.

           Melatonin spoke only after finishing his beer.

          "Don't worry I've packed enough cheese sandwiches to last a millennium." 

dogs. german sheppards

you survived 5 rounds

"this will give you some inspiration"

all good things in all good time

just sayin

i'll introduce you to this kid

the sea shell motel

the keurig complications

usage of sometimes

a tong  prong snapped off a plastic fork

affirmative lyricism

1/16th of a bottle of Windsor Canadian

dates, the concept of dates

numbers that exist in the future

everything blended together

his life was an art project

a Caterpillar with the munchies

on a tobacco leaf

we want the funk

drive his boat and shit

supernatural powers

beat the zombies

Open The Fucking Pool

We are sitting on the back porch in the sun. There are give or take six or seven dudes chilling smoking cigarettes, and one female German Sheppard named Aurora.

"I have this surf spot I go to in my dreams, I've only ever been there in my dreams"

Sun is shining, the weather is sweet


"It's a rock point break, so shallow its scary"

I think about the people I've seen surfing there and consciously decide to exclude them from my story.

Make you wanna move your dancing feet

Brant stared blankly into his imagination. Today was the warmest day we'd had in a long while, since that bitch of a winter started dumping snow.

I really like this bassline. I wonder who the bassist is on this song?

"I'd like to go there someday in real life, I mean if it is a real place, it'd be weird to actually be there" I said.

"Deja vu" Brent digested.

To the rescue here I am


"That's really cool man" he said.

When the morning gathers a rainbow


We continued talking for a while until I had misheard him.

Want you to know I'm a rainbow too


"Superhero?" I asked.

"Subaru" he corrected.

We stood out on the back porch for a while, then we chased the dog around the backyard. When we got tired of standing on the back porch, we went out the front porch and played in the street and on the sidewalk. We threw a football, rode bikes, and most importantly skateboards.

Some time later I would type "who plays bass on sun is shining by bob marley" into Google and I found him.

 His name is Aston "Family Man" Barrett. His Wikipedia page says  "Family Man's nickname derives from the fact that he has 42 children"