february
30 january, 2017
the news spins around me; i am not a political leader;
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28 january, 2017
clouds
between murmurs of 'Strawberry wine', and wondering what time i should wake her, i fold up the dark clouds on the horizon
and try to tuck them away
Holocaust tattoos on my feed bring me no solace, afford me no respite, from the doomsday clock's fateful watch
the honest depths that i tap into are dark
and cloudy
indeed.
the classist debate and struggle to understand each other only serves to further the chasm
with every rebuttal, a pole in the soil
with every name calling, a resolve to be right
with every dollar earned and not earned
Venezuela didn't see it coming either
and i'm becoming afraid to even say it
but i must
this won't end well.
i fear it won't.
and i have feared nothing.
the 26th of january, 2017
some loudly ringing ears
these loudly ringing ears accompany me
in the silence while i wake
and sneeze
loudly
inside a twitter tube we watch the world unfold;
and i wake with a new anthem on my lips
the 25th of january, 2017
scary times indeed
shall i minimal-blog the destruction of a nation
until it overflows into my yard
shall i switch off the news
until the tides pass us by
shall i stand up and fight
for my friends to the south
their struggle is mine
or will be mine
if i don't
thursday the 18th of january, 2017
the right cheek is cleared of skin, careful, poots
did i want to be so alone
is the ultimate question
wednesday the 18th of january, 2017
the neighbors leave at seven in a snowstorm
nothing could posses me to be so motivated
tuesday the 17th of january
i come here
on a lonely day
to move the loneliness outside
...
to you
it is indeed january
we scrape the bottoms
licking the bottom
knowing it is the bottom
...
monday the 16th of january
middle of january
ides of march
saturday the 14th of january
gray gray
if you back up, things appear smaller
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friday the january 13th
dinner
gray gray
if you back up, things appear smaller
and clearer and in focus
and using your own moral compass becomes imperative
when work calls shit
and no amount of caffeine will improve the mood
just put your arms around any cohesive thoughts
import a photo which warms your mind
remember that which is stepwise,
and
wednesday january 11
storied
half a sandwich is a story in my mind
a story of waste, and wealth, and adolescence
of a life lived and one unlived and another to live
and as i toss it into the garbage, the story alights.
as naturally as i breathe, i tell stories,
if you are in my office for the first time
or returning from lunch with badly made poutine from the asian joint
whether you are on facebook, beside me on a bus, or waiting with me in line,
there's a story i have to tell, and from the deepest part of my amigdala or wherever
stories are born, i honestly have no idea why, but from the moment i awake until the
moment i return to sleep again, there is a story running through me
and it needs to be told
tuesday january 10
dragging myself to and fro; i make emails go;
i try to take it slow; and what do i have to show;
hurry up and wait
i'm not quite yet awake
Lydia chiussi does art make
and yes my joints they ache
a poem i might create
a step i dare to take
how much is left to fate
facebook can be a dark place
no shower i won't take
before i'm wide awake
monday january 9
thirteen thoughts go through my head
before my feet are out of bed
rounding up a life's events
and a snap from one-oh-one am
friday january 6
it used to be amazing, typing on this digital cave
it used to be amazing, to sing maybe i'm amazed
thursday january 5
it was a brain freeze kind of day, as it started and ended and just begun
wednesday january 4
i guess i have theories about everything
why do i care about project management for example
well that didn't take much thought
since it is the measurement and correction of getting back on track
and control is what i strive for
and the sooner one gets back on track
the more efficient one is and the sooner
one can move on
to more important things.
i've got no theories about 2017 however
aside from it being quite a large number
and odd.
no, no misgivings, no predictions, no predilections
it's a year, another year in a string of years,
i haven't spent much time on it
other than the past 3 days.
shall i continue calling out incorrect stock photos,
perhaps.
shall i begin saving some money for various projects
who knows.
shall i spend more time on the treadmill
maybe.
shall i try to write more here, be more kind, separate myself, join myself, make a plan,
gain weight, lose weight, go broke, go for broke,
