One Post (The Vinyl Picket Fence)

Fence from Toronto.
One post grounded for breaking.
Now I'm popular.

Once the first post is carefully shoved into the hole I made, I'll be on my way to popularity and fame.
All will oooh and aaah when the sight of my Canadian Fence catches their eye.
They chose right with advertising to a famed select few; the group I belong to.
Looking will be free, but pictures $7, and physical touching $15.
The neighbors will privately scream with envy and wives jogging past will request from their husbands to get the same--causing a humongous trifle in the domestic paradise.

YES! I have the most beautiful kingdom with this fence.
The most secure and private area; no one will know what happens on the inside
They will wonder and want the same thing.  To be safe within the home and no worries of petty burglary and theft.
The magic of the Vinyl Fence of the Great North protects and inspires beauty.
Love and respect the magic the Picket Fence creates.

Poem for May 6, 2013

Cell phone swindlers talk me up.
All they do is screw over the general public for a percentage.
They leave us with a ticking time bomb of hatred and regret.
I am the rube of all rubes,
The king of the chumps.
Giving me another reason to question my life and my choices.
I guess I'll just find a night flight to flee.

Loneliness and Hormones

My most passionate romantic entanglement began with loneliness and hormones,
but it ended with a loss of the horniness and the alone part stayed.
The proof of my ass hole-ness stained and stenched my whole self.
Baths and showers can't wash it away.

I wept like sandstone seeped with ocean amounts of water packed inside,
just waiting to break apart and crumble.


The world held up a mirror to me and all I saw was Fuck 'n Run
(even having my genitals set on fire didn't give me a full epiphany-- I began to ignore it more loudly as time did what it does best.  Luckily fires have a tendency to burn out with time).

I always saw it as the world is not with us, but I see now that we are not with the world.
And now I see that I have become the pre-wedding boyfriend.
Nothing ever stays with me because I don't let it,
deep down, I may not want it to.

Thoughts and Quotes

You are free, therefore you are lost is written on my bathroom wall

I receive only drips of the existential theory, but mostly the angst.

Shakespeare shares his wine with the transvestites and pagan gods,

But as soon as moon is bright and clear, the real sides of Venetians arise.

A Poem Found in my Corner of Cyberspace

How can you make me describe my green natural friend?

I don’t believe I can, but I’ll try—and I’ll use small words.

She’s real and grateful, and confident to the end,

She swims with the sea and flies with the blue sky birds.

She enjoys spontaneity yet plans the restrictions of the daily

I cannot explain why or why not.

I am the nervous wreck and the impartial mind compared to her

Leave me be, 

How I long for one day I will return to her and we will live 

As the real social norm has instructed us—marriage, pets, children, white picket fences.

Knowing myself only a little, the final act will be devastating on my soul

And the rain clouds will laugh in triumph during their mighty roar.

Set your mind at warp level 10

Have you ever lost your favorite pen,
then go on an excessive beer binge filled with rage and personality?
Then wake up in the fog of the mother of all hangovers,
forced to go to work where you are rushed to hurry up and wait.
And you never actually finish the job assigned to you,
just abandon it.
Then come back home to an empty room with no response
to your question you posed to the current love interest.
Depression, it's subjective and bores you to death with expenses.

Poem on February 24, 2013

Lost in the digital world again,
Blinded by cute smiles and curves.
I'm drawn in by the tractor beam,
No amount of self-control will stop it,

Unless you journey to the outdoor world
And see the physical creation of the Universal Creator.
Move your feet and see the beauty.