Labels are often
brazen and unwanted. *sigh*
“… but I like hating”
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“Liberals” and “Conservatives” Alike are Sometimes Incapacitatingly Stupid
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It is a New Year.
*Composed on the eve of the first. Feelings resemble molasses.
As always, I fear the
opportunity to move.
New year, same me. Yikes.
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I Get Lucky Sometimes and Get Paid to Do Things That Are Hilariously Fun
Transcribing alone,
father’s childhood on LOUD.
“Love Shack”‘s where its at.
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Christmas (and various, associated activities with your relateds)
Family and food,
laughter, reflection, football.
What are we buying?I love my family and I love being at home more than normal with them during the holidays. We’ve created our own traditions and holidays and have an entire family history of inside jokes. We eat and be merry and watch football and make fun of everyone else and write long, unnecessary emails for our own entertainment. We play games and laugh at eachother’s jokes and do things for and with and against eachother. Its my favorite time of year because I get to be with my family all together which doesn’t happen as often because my brothers are married and there are nieces and nephews now and I’m away and everybody has multiple lives to lead. So Christmas is this excuse that we need to obligate ourselves into getting together more often and enjoying eachother’s compnay.
I guess what I’m wondering is, what are all the presents for? I could do without them really. Don’t get me wrong, I like getting them and I like giving them and I think that it probably wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t exchange. You know, I even like the WAY we exchange gifts. We watch and experience each person’s gift as a family in a circle (sort of) and its slow and arduous and sometimes annoying. But what’s the real reason that I enjoy it? I think its more to do with my family and less to do with the gifts.
I’m absolutely not trying to relay some seeded message about wastefulness or anything like that. I think I just discover things about myself THROUGH writing haiku, that I didn’t even know and I feel like I’d like to share it. Its pretty neat how expression can be multi-layered without intention.
Happy days with your fams and your friends and football and sunlight and bare trees and TV.
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Peace and Licking
My dog lies around,
and licks the floor all day long.He stares at the wall,
and has very fast dreamingsEvery single day,
he lives in a state of peace.
Wish I was a dog.
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My Favorite People Are the People Who Make Drastic Changes and Are Still Completely Themselves (Jeff Laser Cut His Hair)
In the audience,
Josh Bryant is sitting with
a glass eyed stranger.I am wondering,
“Who would come to FJO,
with JB on break?”Short hair, short hair, short.
But tall, lanky, glasses too
Jeff Laser, hair cut.
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I Can’t Swim But I Can NOT Drown
I can’t swim quite yet.
Most times, I can tread water.
Jazz is kind of hard.As I gain experience playing and performing, I find myself looking for different things in the music I’m making. I think for most of my improvising career, I have felt like I was underwater MOST of the time. Maybe I’m not underwater any longer, and I’m not jumping and doing flips, but I can tread and breathe in most situations.
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Biggest Loser
I can’t stop eating.
On TV, people watch me.
I’m not fat anymore because I realized that if I stop eating so much, I’ll lose weight.
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There is Talent at the Bar Drinking Tequila
All girls have powers.
“Jack Kerouac is my guy.”
My brain, exploding.This is more vague than I had anticipated. There was a beautiful girl at the bar and she was talking about Jack Kerouac and I was digging on her and then she said that and her other friend responded with this un-knowing, half-laugh. Maybe this doesn’t make it less vague.
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No, I Don’t Like the Fake Testicles Hanging From Your Truck
Sometimes I feel like,
“You’re reaching,” isn’t strong enough.
“Douchebag”, is better.
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Wedding Music is Usually Stupid
I’ve only done a few weddings in my time as a bandleader/arranger/etc., so I’m sure it’ll only get worse, but I want to why people always pick such stupid, insincere, impersonal music. Or sometimes music that just sucks. Are we really THAT sappy?
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I Think A Lot About How Much I Think About Myself
Its narcissistic
to think, “Man, I’m really great,”
only if its false.If its true, then you
may just know more about you,
and your awesomeness.
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I’m Afraid My Car is Going to Break Down
Weeble, wobbly;
I get her checked often too.
For now, bite my lip.
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I Have a Superpower That Deduces From What People Say, What People MEAN.
I’m not a hipster
*Very condescendingly*
“Pleased to meet you.” Dick.
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Pat Robertson Makes Me Want to Die
Politics, sad men,
arrogant and short-sighted.
Religion is worse.
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In the Country
At night, in the country, I can hear the trees but I can’t see them. I hear their leaves rustle beneath them, within them, on sidewalks and porches and under my feet. I hear their arms scratching itches on the houses they neighbor. I can hear them creaking and cracking their backs, stretching and talking to each other. There is a community of trees and they communicate while we’re asleep, while everything else is quiet. Their prose is indistinguishable to us from noise, but at night, when its too dark to see them all, they’re together in a beautiful, harmonious way. Their conversation is harmony. At night, they are a symphony.
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The Mall, High Blood Pressure, The Cost of a Quiet Mind
Twenty-three years old;
I don’t need a Macy’s card.
Let me look in peace.I, like most of us
run faster than everyone.
My brain, not my legs.Doctor cautions me.
Blood pressure is too, too high
Thanks, generationSometimes I think I,
think too much, too. Working hard,
to stop working hard.In my head, coffee
gets me up, so I can down.
Backwards, sip that cup.I wish I wished more
for things that make me happy,
rather, I wish calm.When do you pay less
attention to stupid folk,
realizing own?
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