dirty hair

i tried to change
you
tried to change me
but you wouldn't
i couldn't.
i don't know why you care
about my dirty hair
or lack of ambition
i'm happy
and why are you such a cunt
i think that's a valid thing for me to want you not to be
but you are
and i am
so i'll apologize
and compliment your thighs
and you'll sew up that hole in my jeff gordon t-shirt
and then we'll try it all again
but
i know
you know
this is going to end

robots

robots in disguise
t-shirts
hair plugs
glasses on their eyes
incognito
"oh hey neat-o"
in your bed
giving head
by morning you'll be dead
those aren't human girls and guys
they're robots in disguise

tomorrow

there's blood
on my t-shirt
stains
that won't go away
turkey DNA
moose gizzards
mayonnaise
hot dog juice
grease
from a goose
smeared across jeff gordon's face
you can still see the 2
but the 4 isn't there anymore
it's a hole now
from that night we tipped the cow
and got snagged
on the barbed wire
and the left sleeve is singed
(remember when we set the school on fire)
reeks of sweat and beer
and stale puke
this t-shirt and me
where will we be
tomorrow

amy grant's leopard-print jacket haiku

i beat off to you

in your leopard-print jacket

your music sucks though

but

i did it anyway

typing

instead of writing i've been getting into typing lately. it's a lot like writing except you don't have to think of anything to write. you can literally copy any passage of text and just type it up. or if you know somebody who likes to say things then you can just follow them around and type up everything they say. it's great. all the fun of writing without any of the headaches.

2012 Palin Haikus

palin: twenty twelve

guns and jesus oh hooray

my dream U.S.A.