Alphabet Experiment at 5:39am

A is about all I have to say
B is bout ball buy bathe to bay
C is count cool cry crab to crow
D is do not die in drab dew
E is forever M.C. squared
F is fountain foam flab to flow
G is giant gnome gnat to know
H is Hawaiin home hearth to heat
I is Indian igloo idea to beat
J is a Jamaican jamboree jumpin for joy
K is kalling it kwits

Alphabet Experiment at 3:15 am

A is an alligator's anus to start this shit show.
B is the best botched bingo tournament when you are 83 years bold.
C us before you judge us.
D is a dangerous dingo in the dirty dining room with a dull dagger.
E is obviously M C squared.
F is the finest finger food in France.
G is for gangster.  As in Original Gangster.
H two O?
I is definitely not an Indian igloo in Iceland.
J peg.
K should have been the C...  Koin... Kar...  Kandy... Kunt...
L is what you would say if you had a tracheotomy and you tried to say Hell.
M is my middle name!
N is on at least every compass ever made.  No nonsense.
O is for original.  As in Original Gangster.
P is preferably for Professor Peabody please.
Q is a quiet quail quilting in Quito.
R is a raunchy movie rating that randy can't review before royal reigning age (18).
St. Clair Road is where I want to end up at.
T is what an Indian drank 10,000 gallons of before he drown in his own teepee.
U are still reading this if you are still reading this!
V looks an awful lot like an upside down A without the middle bar...
W has all the question words on lock down.  Who? What? When? Where? Why?
X can only be a xylophone.  Or maybe an X-Ray.
Y is it that gravity attracts towards instead of pushes away?
Z you later!

When It was Young

Late night of memory,
pupae of concentration,
thinking of and knowing that;
mute pulse of TV breeds lithe snores.

Ear and belly on cold linoleum,
the smallness of debris,
crumb and dirt;
feels strong on acute skin.

Out of sight refrigerator hums,
choired to my silent serenade,
it is felt and it is heard;
it is known.

Sensory experimentation of isolation,
just a young boy,
snuck from bed lying on floor;
playing alive.

A cell of the house I grow with,
too young perhaps,
for deep contemplation;
yet time is utmost in consideration.

Acknowledging the moment,
grasping back then and till then,
sensitivity for the immediate;
a snapshot of the senses, dog-eared in time.

Always available, always free of charge,
reach back and feel then now,
a gift from myself to whatever I will be;
a gift from myself to whenever I will be.

Steam Boat Randy

My brain feels like a 19th century Mississippi Queen chuggin' on down the choppy line.

Toss out the Mark Twain...

never read him.

Toot Toot

Is this even a Sonnet?

I have two feet that will walk and measure,
head out and string up ten lines of treasure.
Straight to the bank we go in a hurry,
cash out and in with poetic fury.
Rhyme for a ducat, a ruby, or pearls,
alabaster sexplosions with beautiful girls.
Ethos by envy as big as my mansion,
paid off in full all thanks to my scansion.
Life on my paper, full of faux pleasure,
Go on and try, it all at your leisure.

Cinco de Mustache

Every year I host a grandiose party on the fifth of May.  It is called Cinco de Mustache, and the only parameter for the event is don't bother showing up if you don't have a mustache.  Beards and goatees do not count, they must be trimmed down.

I drunkenly made a promise to not maintain my mustache (currently in goatee form) from April 1st until said May 5th.

With a little over a month to go it is already behaving like a wicked alley cat.  Every time I open my mouth to eat or drink anything in darts inside and makes a mess.  I feel like I need a broom to shoo it out.

The Regurgitator

I know someone.  I would not go so far as to call them a friend.

Nearly every day our lives intersect he will strike up a completely unwarranted conversation on the most abstract topics and carry on in great length and detail.  He prides himself an expert when talking about his fancies, he makes that very apparent with hand gestures and elite inflection.  It is a very polished and practiced routine, each day a new topic and he a new master of lore.  The stuff he rattles on about almost never interests me, even with me being someone who enjoys trivia and useless knowledge more than say the next guy.

Camera film, the 1988 Olympics, sexual fetishes, fluoride, burlap, any and all music (oh god the music), escort services, serial killers, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, ad infinitum.

I recently discovered (but always suspected) that whatever appears on the web-page Reddit is always the days lecture.

He is a younger man, maybe 19 or 20 years old, and never finished high-school.  I can tell he wants to impress me by inventorying his brain and unloading the days catch, and I allow it to continue with "Oh yeas," and "interestings."  He treats his information like he is the only one capable of reading this website.  Like he has the only existing treasure map to some El Dorado of fucking news.

My new game is to bone up on Reddit in the morning and later when he starts up with his, "Did you knows," to follow up with, "yes, actually, I dids."

I am interested to see what happens when he finally catches on.  I feel like it is my way of gently letting him know that regurgitating wikiknowledge does not make you seem smarter, but rather the opposite.

51 Steps

I feel like I've taken 25 steps forward and 26 steps backward since I've been back from Ecuador.

Exhausting.

Lbs. Suit

The past many years I have allowed many people to put a great weight onto my shoulders, whether it be their emotions or burdens.

I have typically and calmly worn it well, usually without complaint.

I still do.

But I gotta say, it is starting to get heavy.

That's why I'm not a doctor I guess

As a professional doctor and surgeon (which I am not) concerned with the recovery as much as the outcome to any procedure performed on one of my fine patients, if there was an instance where I was required to filet open and fuse/splice/whatever nerves in the spinal column located within the neck, my initial route of action would probably BE the neck.

Not going in through the mouth.

Going in through the mouth would not be unlike attempting to repair a defect in the driver side tire of a car via torching a hole through the engine block.

Ockham's Razor.  Keep the cutting clean, please.