Figments

Both shutters fall into their place,
   waves of color form from dust.
You may try for a quick escape,
   but follow it, you must.

They warm you up just slightly,
   like sitting in the sun.
If you believe, just enough,
   slowly they will come.

Crashing down upon you,
   like heat upon your face.
Carefully they carry you,
   into another space.

Where anything is possible,
   and everything is true.
And what will happen next,
   is what you will it to.

Slowly you will journey for,
   a month, a year, a day.
Until the clouds come sailing in,
  the dream cascades away.

And if you're lucky you can grasp,
   a memory or two.
Some fade away forever,
   some may come back to you.

But if you do remember one,
   just clear enough to see.
Maybe if the moment's right,
   you could share it with me.

The long road to happiness.

Victory, 2-Row, and Cara-Pils
all into the pot,
250°F.

Wait.

Remove grains, drip.
Add malt, stir.

Boil, boil, boil, boil,
Over!
Shit, shit, shit, shit,
Clean!

60 Galena
30 Galena
15 Cascade
5 Cascade

Cool.

Sanitize carboy.
Pour wort.
Pitch Yeast.
Airlock.

1st fermentation:
1 week,
Agony.

Sanitize carboy.
Sanitize tubes.
Transfer.
Airlock.

2nd fermentation:
12 days,
Agony.

Bottling:
Drink, clean, sanitize.
Siphon, fill, cap.

Final fermentation:
2 weeks,
Agony.

Chill.
Wait.
Run.
Open.
Smell.
Taste.
Happiness.

True Affection

Seasons may change,
In what feels like a day.
Life hits you hard,
Emotions will sway,
But I’ve still got my Harvey.


Phones will stop ringing,
Novels will end.
Glasses will empty,
Broken bottles won’t mend.
But I’ve still got my Harvey.


Spring comes again,
Alive and brand new.
Invigorating,
Nothing I can’t do.
I’ve still got my Harvey.


White cotton feet,
And an elegant tail.
Curls up in my lap,
Looks just like a snail.
I’ve still got my Harvey with me.

Man all stations!

I am docked at my station, and soon propel in time with my fellow crew. The process becomes automatic, as a small wave approaches. The current is steady, the routine established. The swell quickly abates, lulling the company. It is calm... for now.

Just as the banality seems enduring, a storm rushes and the waves begin again. Exhilarating at first, we remain guilelessly unaware of the oncoming tempest. Our strokes quicken, as it's true intention exposed. The faster we plow through the endless reservoir, the more we are drenched. Though the surge tidal, my captain is unyielding. The deckhands are overwhelmed with duties, there will be no reprieve. Bells ringing in our ears, as the tolls continue to register. My back is aching, and though some of the crew relieved, i must remain. Time is eternal, as i charge onward into the abyss. Exhaustion ensues; i will not succumb. The ebb dwindles, and i break ahead. My conviction revives. Obediently abiding my mission. Though i ache for amnesty, I know there is none. My agenda is clear. Dolefully I bellow, "Next in line!"

I got hit by a car the other day

I got hit by a car the other day.
The lady asked me if i was ok,
but then that bitch just drove away.
I turned around and shouted hey!
but there was nothing left to say.
Then my emotions did betray,
and i'm only telling you this way,
because it's hard for me to convey,
that i got hit by a car the other day.

Brai-cation

I think that i should go insane
for a vacation to my brain.
An asylum, then, would do the trick,
i hear there walls are rather thick.
I wouldn't like to Be insane,
as there is no apparent gain.
But think of all the time there'd be
to dwell on my favorite subject, me.
The time to read or write a book,
Does one need a better hook?
And so, if this trip, i do make,
it seems that i will have to fake
A symptom, then, to get a bed.
But what disorder for my head?
Attempted suicide, but a fatal mistake?
My neck has no desire to break.
If i were more of an academic
I could go for schizophrenic.
But, alas, that wouldn't do,
I would only last a day or too.
But if i perfect my evil laugh,
i could be a psychopath.
Yes that would gather their attention,
I can already taste that tax-exemption.
My credit bills would go away,
'cause i'd be in no state to pay.
But how to prove it, that's the key,
i couldn't kill anybody.
But animal dissection, or so i hear,
is a good way to prove that your brain is queer.
The only thing i didn't think,
is all that time spent with a shrink.
And what about the other clowns?
my smile is turning upside down.
A thought, i guess, that will not be,
unless i really turn funny.
Alas, a daydream you will stay,
remembered on another day.

Conversations with Yiayia

Hi-ya sweetheart!

Hi Yia. How are ya?

Oh, i'm fine... So, i guess next we'll be going to you're wedding, huh?

Oh, i don't know Yiayia. I don't think I'll be getting married anytime soon.

Well don't worry, you're young still. How old are you anyway?

24

Oh.