Saturday, December 27, 2014

Ode to the Refractory Period

Get up, I say, it's time to get to work
But you are both exhausted and a jerk
You lie there, as if you laboured so hard
And frankly, you've been given your reward

I doth protest, come on, we're needed here
There's other things I can do, that is clear
I've other tools at my disposal, true
But I could always use some help from you

It's been fifteen minutes at this point, now
"You lazy dick," I curse; you say "and how"
You're making me look bad, I hope you know
And so I must explain, with words I show:

"My dear, it's science, elementary
You see, this period's refractory."

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Tickets go on sale on Friday
And I am going as far away as I can
To a place where no one knows me
And so I can shout in the middle of the street
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the day, even
Fuck it, let's day shout
I'll say to myself
I will shout to myself
And someone will likely shout back 
So I will put my headphones in and walk away briskly

I will buy shoes
Because I'm always wearing right through them
And it's okay until there's a wet day
And then I don't walk, I just goosh
Just straight gooshin', here
What kind of shoes does a thirty year old man buy?
Is there something fancier than velcro?
I will take three, please

I am going to know all of the words to all of the songs
And I might need to run into the bathroom at some point
Because I will be hyperventilating or having a panic attack
What do you do when your short-sighted goals are accomplished
And you realize that in the morning you are going to have to face reality
A more-or-less unchanged person than you were when you set that goal?

And I will come back hoarse and tired
Maybe even a little hung over
But likely just tired
And sit on the edge of my bed