Where to invade next- 2/29/16

'where to invade next'
the united states of conformity
a good movie

A few rotting sticks
come together to form a point--
the intricate roof of our woodland castle.
Maybe if you saw us yourself
fine black and blonde hair
on petite shoulders
you too would believe we were fairies.

last on an airplane
video cameras searched
but you were gone

Interesting

aggressive but sweet

incredibly smart but absent minded

unpredictable

irrational

everything I ever wanted in a friend

Ornaments

inside my safe-haven
a sun smiles on a dark blue tapestry
christmas lights dance above my head
Johnny cash looks at me on a black glossy paper
thick carpet
and lots of candles

Habits

nail biting
finger tapping
music

silliness
my friend making a bad joke
my mom being a mom
my dad being a dad
laughter makes me laugh

sunshine on a cloudy day

just past a few fluffy clouds of snow
a warmer climate grows
the birds and bees
the flowers and trees
wait for April showers
to come out and overpower

10 lines heard in past days

it's still pretty to look at;
she's hoping for snow on Monday.
I can't deal with this cold.
I couldn't say
I just want to see you.
you don't come across that way
beaten and tired.
I promise I won't fall asleep,
I got you flowers.
I'm sorry I have to go
I love you

Anything
But
Cats
Do
Everything
For
Goldfish

cosmos

she doesn't live here

she lives in the

cosmos.

spaced      out.

crepes

1 cup of flour sifts into the bowl slowly and gracefully, like snowflakes falling to the ground.
The delicate shell of the egg cracks violently along the side of the white bowl, spilling out runny yolk.

A half cup of milk followed by a half cup of water sloshes down over the flour and yolk like a waterfall, covering them with a creamy film.
Grains of salt trickle down over the mess, daintily covering the ingredients in crystals.

The ingredients are whisked together ferociously, and then it is heaved out and placed on a firey griddle.

A crepe is born!

Smartphone

Tap Tap Tap.
All I hear all day.
Fingers constantly coming at me, poking and swiping and pressing.
I can never stay clean because the human just can't seem to leave me alone!
I know everything about them,
I have every minute detail of their life stored away inside of me.
Every text, email sent, every picture and video taken.
The apps that track their weight and mood, or filter their photos, or connect them with all their friends.
I am essential to them as they are essential to me.
The backbone of the technological revolution.

love poem 2 an old flame

You suck
I can't believe I wasted any time on you
Goodbye

Superhero

I don't know why a superhero would be confronting me. Maybe to give me the animals they have saved. My super power would be  either to stop time or be invisible.

spring day in Febuary

Today we were given a true blessing.
A fleeting dalliance with the warm air,
which brings us memories of the springtime and envisioning the primrose that have yet to bloom.
Gone is all that vulgar acrimonious tension that rides in on the back of winter,
releasing the youthful spirit inside us that hatches in late march.
oh, please don't let the night come and take from us this beautiful day!