Me, myself, and my sister

Me: Hey kids. You both are up so late. What are you doing?

Both: We're just watching DirectTV. Our mom and dad are in their bedroom.

Me: It's 1am. Do you usually stay up this late?

Nicholas: I dunno.

Me: Nicholas and Demi, right? And how old are you?

Both: I'm 10... I'm 6.

Me: Well tell ya what, if you guys would like I can watch a short episode of something with you. Do you like Spongebob Squarepants?

Demi: Yeah, we recorded a bunch of episodes on a video tape once.

Me: Oh sweet! Isn't that Patrick Star guy goofy as heck?

Both: Haha yeah he is and squidward is just grumpy all the time but he seems sad too.

Me: Yeah, he does seem sad doesn't he?
You know what, you both look pretty tired! Are you feeling tired?

Both: yeah kinda... I guess so (yawns)

Me: Well how about this, since it's pretty late and you both look like zombies, if you went to bed now you might be able to get up in time for a cool breakfast I had in mind. What do ya think?

Both: Breakfast? What breakfast?... Yeah, who's breakfast?

Me: Haha Well yours of course! I have a couple things I can make you in the morning and we can put a Spongebob episode on after it's ready . What do you think?

Nicholas: Ummm...

Me: Come on it'd be fun. And after that if you both would like to get out of the house you could join me on a couple errands for the day. Make it a little day trip! I have to go to the music school and do a couple things. I can play piano for you too. You play don't you, Nicholas?

Demi: He has only played the little keyboard thingy on my leap pad thingy. He keeps using it all the time. :/

Me: ahh that's right. Haha. Well maybe we can take his playstation and play some games without him! No I'm just kidding. But lets find something you'd like to do tomorrow too.

Nicholas: I havent played a real piano.

Me: well who knows, maybe you'll get your chance in a couple days. My dad got me a keyboard for my 11th birthday a long time ago. Then I really started getting interested. Hey you turn 11 in a couple days don't you?

Nicholas: yeah!
Demi: how do you know that?!
Nicholas: and why are you in school? You're old...

Me: Didn't I tell you I'm a wizard?!

Both: like Harry Potter!

Me: Haha maybe more like one of those nicer Slytherins. And instead of Hogwarts its more like Warthogs-trying-to-do-music school.

Both: Huh?

Me: Nevermind hahaha. Well what do ya say? A good night's sleep sounding pretty good about now?

Both: yeah! Do we have to brush our teeth and that stuff though?

Me: you guys can worry about that tomorrow. However, I do need to brush mine
 
Both: What about our mom and dad?... Yeah

Me: Well, it looks like they're doing their own thing, yeah?

Both: ...

Me: Well, you can too! We'll have a blast tomorrow okay? Have a good night! Sleep fast!

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What are these guys doing?

I am parked
In front of a music building
Lit by orange lights

Listening to JFK speeches
About peace
Humanity
Freedom
Dignity
Examination
and integrity
In light of this current circus show

Two men
One with a basketball
The other with animated gestures
walking and talking
notice my car

Something in their conversation changes
And their motion quickly directs towards me
Their pace picks up

They must not see me inside
Because harmful smiles emit from their faces

What are they going to do?
Break in?
Vandalize?
Throw trash in the back?
Kick my headlights?

I wish I was invisible to find out
They finally notice me inside

and suddenly jet in a different direction
One clearly says, "Oh fuck!"

Laughs ensue

I maintain eye contact with the basketballer
Confused
He continues to stare
with an alpha male charge

They continue walking away

What were they going to do?

Blue November

I must stop reading your poetry
So I can just move on
It grabs me like a stranger
Telling me to come along
Leaving little pieces of candy
To show me its okay
Putting sweetness in my mouth
That takes me far and far away

I'm sober now for two whole months
It's one accomplishment your absence helps me with
and one thing that was always different about us is how we chose to handle friends
And in my sick way I wanna thank you
For enduring your misplaced sense of independence
So I can feel better waging wars in myself knowing life is about acceptance

You always disregarded or misunderstood my warped ideas on things like self examination
You always reacted to my grief as if it was your fathers domination
So I've flown so fucking far away
And I'll never analyze your way
So do whatever it takes in your soul to conquer the days

Love me today
Love me tomorrow
Love me for all the reasons
That only make sense to you

Love me in ways
Your ways are hard to swallow
Love me for all the reasons
That only make sense to you

There's a stalling in my life
With an anxious neediness for my friends
A heartfelt apology is all I want from you
Will you think and think again

And will you please just try to relax
You should know I'm not trying to blame you
So will you really try to look inside
As I am doing too

Love me today
Love me tomorrow
Love me for all the reasons
That only make sense to you

Love me in ways
Your ways are hard to swallow
Love me for all the reasons
That only make sense to you

Zielpunkt Dinner

All items in their place
A bowl for each and every vegetation

Even under the sad stove light
They look delicious

And I'm like a craftsman
Tending to all parts
To all steps and durations
Heats and portions

Probably unecessary
But I want to do it "right"

Slicing, chopping, thinking...
sizzling

God, my stomach might eat the butterflies
Beautiful
This is all great

A laugh escapes me

"What?!" she asked

Death by Earthquake

I was stringing a guitar
Then suddenly
I felt insides I hadn't felt before

Now it was going on too long
My gut, my liver, or heart or something
Were banging up against my breath

This was the end of up and down
And the last of side to side

The world
My world
Was ending

Just for me

And in the final moments it
strummed the guitar like some mad ghost
Or a drug-crazed father

The drawers sprang out like a poltergeist
Or as mother would when packing to leave

And souvenirs around the house
clinked and clanked
Like some boy finding a coping piano

I grabbed someone
Tightly
I lied, "Everything is going to be okay!!"

My breath left as the walls and ceiling glared at me

I was feeling them hurt me

and then there was silence
nothingness...

Couldn't tell which had died
Me
Or the quake

In another room a friend yelled, "Fuck!!"

Write Me Love Poetry

Last night was wonderful
You are so natural and beautiful
You are my bliss
I love being in love with you

Aww
I wish it was last night again

Or last year, right?
Let me try in my own words now...

Temple Blue

Cast your soaps and works
To our temple blue
And we will bathe in them

If right they will slither well
On our bodies
Like milk

We will grant you elements:
blue hand compass
red organ embrace
and faces of four

If wrong they will crack
Our skin sour
Our mood ill and silent

But no matter
These elements you cannot resist
Forever will we bathe freely
Yet indifferent
In your soaps of self

Afterall, we have many of our own
As you are the one in need of cleansing