brain reverts to 6th grade poetry, i still like it.

Have you had this nightmare? It freakin' BLOWS

I’ve got to get out of here

I yell and screech and scream

But I can’t really hear myself

I’m a walking breathing dream

I try to pinch arm for safety

I bang on locked and bolted doors

But I’m irrationally stuck

My feet can’t leave the floors

My body separates

into shattered broken glass

The pieces look like jewelry

but the gold has turned to brass

My heart aches from the inside out

It’s a sore and battered bruise

there’s a sharp and keen awareness

An encroaching finish line with a sign that says, “you lose”

I’m desparate now for my alarm

This can’t be real, I sense it

But the way out is eclipsed to me

It’s a middle of the night suspense hit

I pray for my positive living nature

to sway this nasty part of my head

that finally something auspicious

Will help me feel safe again in bed.

Though possibly this is where

The violence in me lurks

It’s only in my REM

Does the devil get her perks.

And thus in this restless sleeping state

I’m reminded that waking life, in fact, is heaven

That this horrible reality will at long last end

when my alarm admits it’s seven.

I’ll be grateful for my yoga class

I’ll be grateful for my sassy awesome gig

I’ll feel inspired by the sunlight

I’ll dance a stupid god bless coffee jig

My costumes will be awesome

My lines will all be learned

And I will be loved and everyloving

This dream forever will be burned.

Addendum:

So since the night will come again

And so it doesn’t haunt me

I wrote it down so it’s in the past

my subconscious can't continue to taunt me.

I feel like I’ve won this battle

With my hellish inner brain

But now all I want to do is sleep all day

Bad dreams traded for amazing dream cocaine.

Dani Rules

She-ra’s dilemma

the woes of being the princess of power…

Oh the strain, the weight the utter annoyance,

Of having such innate, acute and cunning clairvoyance,

I always know when something’s amiss

Cause I hear SOS! like a a serpentile hiss

It comes to me fast and shocks me every time

That something’s awry, there’s been some kind of crime.

And then I’ll have to fly off and deal

Instead of eating my piping hot meal.

I’ll don my new cat suit, my choice hero outfit,

Cause that’s how they dreamt it and that’s how they like it.

And when alls said and done with the stealth of a mime,

I’ll feel pretty good that I came just in time.

…And then I’ll feel guilty, having been so irate.

Intuitions a gift, not a terrible fate.

So maybe I won’t get the last cheesestick at chilis,

But return to my “life” like a mili vanili.*

But still it’s aggravating being ever interrupted.

Maybe that’s why power is so oftly corrupted.

We tend to spite what we’re meant to help out

If we have no us time to idle about.

But how does one change their wacked out routine

When a rescuer’s schedule is perpetually unseen.

It’s not like these victims’ deliberately started this fad

Of being abducted during every first date I ever had!

Danielle.

(cause i'm pretty sure my cousin is a super-hero.)

*milli vanilli were popstars in the 80s who, as it turns out, were lip synching all their awesome music...remember "blame it on the rain...yeah yeah..."

my theoretical picture book will have to be a picture of a hot girl explaining to her hot date that something just came up...maybe the superhero outfit is poking out of her bag.

TV Zombie

Guilty Pleasure

Tv is so asinine, 

it’s so completely vain,

it makes me pull my hair out

and slightly go insane

cause most of it is stupid

it’s hypnotic anti think

but I absolutely love it

it’s my own neuro shrinking drink. 

in my theoretical picture book, I will have a drawing of a man hugging a television....or a man walking into tv addicts anonymous...hmmm 

Dirty 4: Happy New Year!

man trauma.

He couldn’t believe his luck

When she walked through the door

She was gorgeous and she’d eyed him

She was coming in for more

So now he’s in the bathroom

She’s clamoring to get in

He tries, he cries, but no surprise

He can’t hold his erection

Thus he curses that last unhazy moment

When ‘why not’ had sealed his fate

That he’d have any remote chance

Of consummating with his date

God damn this New Years Eve, he cried

God damn that one last beer

But it was only his own fault

That he won’t get laid this year.

Love 2

Breaking Up Sucks

"So long" said the Alligator… "I just like it saltier…"

she shrugged with an apologetic grin and walked away. 

The crocodile screamed behind her with an awkward intensity—

"SEE YOU LATER!!!"  

He’d been heart broken and had clung to the old adage in an attempt to gain closure with style. 

He waited and waited…

but she never responded…

"in a while…"

In my theorhetical picture book you'd only see the croc watching the gator walk away. makes my little heart ache just thinkin' about it...

rock n' roll. absolutely amazing. who knew!?!? WATCH THIS!!!

Neighbors

Brian. Or Learning to Live in New York City.

There is a scary scary man,

He lives just below my room,

I’m pretty confident his apartment

Is actually a tomb

I would not even scream if I saw someone that looked real dead

Or if he dropped his trash and I saw a detached arm or leg or head.

Everything about this guy

Is creepy to the max

From his neo nazi hair cut

To his collection of candle wax

Something is so off

Something is so pristinely skewed

So I choose to stay away from this one

No nice girl intervention for this dude.

 won't you be my neighbor!?!?!

cause i fucking hate mine.

i love mr. rogers even though i do remember that fundamentally i thought his show was really really boring and i just watched it in the hopes that one day i'd finally see inside that freaking castle for real.

AA: Angry Artist: on subjectivity...

Editorial

Why is there so much crap that is communally prized?

Why do they hear just one rave and decide to make it super sized?

Oh it’s just so annoying the choice of the elite

Isn’t always the smartest, truest or complete.

It’s not so comprehensive or even happy making.

It’s maybe even stupid like half fucking baking.

Oh it fucking gets my goat how just one opinion

Can blow up into public knowledge, like fucking fact or fiction

Van Gogh: the most famously now known but then completely ignored.

here are some others:

 Dickinson, El Greco,  Mendel,  Wegener, Galileo,  Darger, Thoreau, Poe, Kafka, 

food for thought.

alternate titles:

"concern about our culture's ethos and the credence we give to whomever has the microphone."

"your review is stupid"

"don't close that show, it's awesome!"