Fucking WordPress

I had a poem for you today. It was quite fantastic, if I do say, but wordpress editor doesn’t seem to like the way I use to do things in order to get the most basic look I wanted. You know the simple layout I always use. So, sorry to say, I don’t have a poem for you today.

It’s either only a block paragraph or this…

What a joke

Tonight

Tonight
the Aspen is
clacking
in the breeze.
It’s very similar
to the nails of
a raccoon
on the branch,
shuffling leaves,
climbing limbs.

I hear it
because
I listen.

Orion’s Belt is robust
in the Northern sky.
Has the archer been
fattening up for the
winter?

These dandelion
leaves are
translucent
in the moonlight—
like my mind
and the river of
words that flows
through.

I’m sitting here taking slow, deep breaths, following the course of in and out, taking my breath as object of concentration, arousing concern, when it hits me, that I am my breath, a constant flux of in and out, so long as I am capable of sustaining this discovery and scrutiny.

The Conversation Artist

 

To be read in the voice of Charlie Sheen:

 

I’ve given up the writ-

ten word, given in to

the limitations and mirrored

reality. so that i can focus

on the art of conversation.

like me it leaves no trace

at least no paper trail

no more trying to be

published, polished

no more trying to be

what i think They want.

Is there any other art form

in this day and age that could

have a more profound effect?

A conversation can’t be

commercialized, and sold,

it’s not profitable, unless

you’re in on it.

A conversation is love

an art form that is

the truest expression of life.

Dear Seattle

Hey listen I know I chose to have kids and join the ranks of parents that, let’s face it, we are all still trying to rebel against, the parents we’re still pretending that we won’t become.

But could you go ahead a do me a favor? Could you at least not act like every time I see you in the city it’s my big trip in from the suburbs. My big trip, like I’m some kind of grade schooler with my sack lunch or some shit.

Listen Next time we run into eachother keep in mind: I have kids; they smell and act like vagrants, they try to eat all my stuff like the worst roommate, and they spit when they prattle incoherently like the neighborhood convenience store attendant. So really it’s not too far off from big city living.

Thanks,

Dan

Thank You!

200 likes on Consumed! Pretty cool!

Thanks for making this guy of few words feel so loved.

I’ve noticed that I’ve had a lot of the same bloggers likes over the past couple years and it really means a lot. I could be so much better at reaching out and following blogging etiquette, however that’s not in my repertoire, but something to work on for sure. So for now a big thanks!