Poetry 47 - Cappuccino Blues

I'm sure these might-time cappuccinos
will amount to something.

If not, a dozen shitty poems
make a solid portfolio.

Please make the Static stop.
The pulses don't rest,
and they're high as a Colorado Castaway.

It sizzles around the heart in bacon grease
and gasoline.

Electric fires are pleasant.

Poetry 46 - 70 Sheets

If writing is anything like time,
then these seventy sheets might as well be one.

The countless files of thoughts
is just a paper ball.

I'm sure the purpose of all my words
is to lead to the next.
And I know most won't make sense.

That is irrelevant.

Poetry 45 - Chronobullshit

I am offended that everyday
runs together so inconsiderately ,
and laughs
at each pit-stop of nightly rest and death.

Everything fast-forwards in retrospect.

Time is the dog that shakes its cat friend
with every intention of good fun
until it dies.

It doesn't know what it's doing,
so I guess I can forgive it,
for the lives it destroys.

Chronophobia is an earned title.

Poetry 44 - Where Have All the Stoners Gone? Pt. 2

Where have all the stoners gone?
Those psychology majors and music school drop-outs,
bonsai growers and such.


That apartment houses someone else,
dogs are gone,
and the place smells much cleaner now.


Voices I haven't heard since middle school
are dwindling into Facebook posts and nothingness.


Pot smells like waterboarded nostalgia.

Mini Review: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

Decent film with a good cast (Allison Pill, Aubrey Plaza, Michael Cera). It balanced the visual appeal with the generally quirky dialogue associated with Michael Cera films. That being said, it would not suffice to just listen to this film. You can't easily watch it walking in and out of the room and rest your eyes while still enjoying the film in its entirety.

What I really liked: the kinetic typography and other effects that refused to let the viewer forget the film was based off a comic series.

What I really hated about it: Michael Cera played the same role as an awkward teenager as he does in literally every other film.

Verdict: 7.5/10

Poetry 43 - VICE

Too ADD
to read arbitrary articles
on VICE about crippling thoughts
and moral bamboozles.

The elipsis is leading the pen,
the lines are built for Ford,
and there are no theatrics going on.

Emo poetry is unrevised misery.
I have no time for that here.

Poetry 42 - I Wrote a Better Poem

I wrote a better poem than this
a few years ago.

It was a slick explanation
about missing files and
ineffective communication.

I don't remember it much,
but I'm sure it was more accurate than this.

You can't ask for much
when you're talking in retrospect.

This is not appropriate,
but I will not find that file.

It may have been shredded.