I want to pour
chocolate syrup
all over your body--
but I also want
chocolate milk--
I don't know what to do.
Stay with me
forever!
Actually,
never mind,
I need
Me Time.
I could kiss you
all day
but I have to go
do laundry.
When we kissed
it was like magic--
you turned out
to be an evil
sorcerer.
Your face
are like
two pools of blue--
wait, that's wrong.
He said,
"You're so beautiful
I could kiss you."
She said,
"Why don't you?"
You are nice
and smart
and I like your dress
Will you date me?
In a perfect world
it would just be
you and me. . .
and flying
unicorns.
I whispered
"Sweet nothings"
in her ear.
She said,
"That's not
how you do it."
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Academia
"Well, I guess I'm not totally sure what you mean by 'science'"- girl in my Ecology and Environmental Issues class, trying to answer the professor's question.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Jordan and a cat
Today I went to visit my friend Charlotte at Fred Flare, the store where she works. There I browsed through a book of lolcats. One of them, remarkably looked JUST LIKE ME! It even has ptosis!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Daily Folly
In the Starbucks
of our lives
we are all just waiting
for our grande half-caf
skinny vanilla lattes
to be ready
of our lives
we are all just waiting
for our grande half-caf
skinny vanilla lattes
to be ready
Monday, March 22, 2010
A poem is a plumb is napalm
She said
"Let's go to
my place"
He said
"Can we
play Scrabble?"
Diamonds are a
girl's best friend.
I, unfortunately,
have always been a
diamond.
"Love poems are
so corny," she said.
"Yeah, totally," he said,
stuffing a love poem
back into his pocket.
Pillow talk, for me,
has always meant
talking to my pillow.
He said,
"What do you
want to do?"
She said
"I don't know
what do you want
to do?"
Nine months later
there was a baby.
"Let's go to
my place"
He said
"Can we
play Scrabble?"
Diamonds are a
girl's best friend.
I, unfortunately,
have always been a
diamond.
"Love poems are
so corny," she said.
"Yeah, totally," he said,
stuffing a love poem
back into his pocket.
Pillow talk, for me,
has always meant
talking to my pillow.
He said,
"What do you
want to do?"
She said
"I don't know
what do you want
to do?"
Nine months later
there was a baby.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
I have a lot of feelings
NOTE: I think it's obvious that this should not be taken seriously, but just in case, so you know, you should not take this seriously. It is a farce.
The Comedy
By Jordan
Detritus proliferation
wrapped up in a garbage heap
plagued by the mementos of a
civilized oblivion
a person is a survivor of this
who has forgotten his trauma,
a vain blue note at the
end of a symphony that
no one will ever hear
and only lonely comrades will mourn
the devastating causality
of birth, death and the
tragedy in between,
meaninglessness trapped in a
suicide hurricane eye madly repeating
a vaudeville act of a single
desperate comic, his skin the
color of death, his soul acid
a desperate fraud, grinning through
the gruesome anguish of a lie
played on repeat for eternity
in a universe devoid of all heat
the crowd, a laughing poltergeist
knocking dishes to a dirty floor,
a vortex of lame, disparaging pantomime
sucking the last crumbs of felicity
out of a gourmet disaster
served to a starving man with no mouth
his moans are a stifled cry for a miracle
but prayers are for those with too much
imagination and prospects slim.
The Comedy
By Jordan
Detritus proliferation
wrapped up in a garbage heap
plagued by the mementos of a
civilized oblivion
a person is a survivor of this
who has forgotten his trauma,
a vain blue note at the
end of a symphony that
no one will ever hear
and only lonely comrades will mourn
the devastating causality
of birth, death and the
tragedy in between,
meaninglessness trapped in a
suicide hurricane eye madly repeating
a vaudeville act of a single
desperate comic, his skin the
color of death, his soul acid
a desperate fraud, grinning through
the gruesome anguish of a lie
played on repeat for eternity
in a universe devoid of all heat
the crowd, a laughing poltergeist
knocking dishes to a dirty floor,
a vortex of lame, disparaging pantomime
sucking the last crumbs of felicity
out of a gourmet disaster
served to a starving man with no mouth
his moans are a stifled cry for a miracle
but prayers are for those with too much
imagination and prospects slim.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Give the people what they want
She said "Hi"
He said "Hi"
She said
"This isn't
working out."
I said
"I love you"
She said
"You've got a
thing in your
teeth right
there
no
there
no--
you got it"
I learned
your body
like a map--
I was always
bad with
directions.
Spooning,
I discovered,
is nothing
like
silverware.
When she
smiled the world
smiled.
When she got
in a crazy rage--
well, let's not
talk about it.
We talked until
the sun rose--
I was asleep
for the last
two hours of it
but you didn't notice.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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