hoarding.

People used to collect homes
so they could have lots of mailboxes.
foxes in some parking spots when you come
home after the day and coyotes in other.
and when you walk to the mailbox and
 find nothing worth opening, you have another mailbox
tomorrow
another city, state.

I don't know why people collect homes now because
they can collect computers instead
train dogs and robots to check all their boxes,
they feed on the moths and chase away the foxes.

One day I will collect buttons.
They will cover all my shirts and adorn all my pants
And people so apt to feign curiosity will ask
why in the world I can't just collect cats.
Because buttons hold me together
and cats stink.

I respect your right to say whatever you want however you want to say it. However...

To the people confessing their distrust and disapproval for the President after his statement concerning marriage, regardless of your or his motivation in saying so:

Fuck you.   You are the problem.

That is all.

aging.

we have been racing to grow old.

i wake every morning to crackling shoulders,

knees, hips that scream down the stairs.

you will be old before me; i will push your wheel chair.

promise.

until i have one, too. Then we will tie ours together

and our hips won't scream down the stairs because

we will race our bigwheels down them,

maybe tumble trying to stay young.

I will go blind first, but

you will grow deaf before me. will

not have to listen to our noisy joints.

 will not hear the neighbors knock through the floor:

your drums are still too loud.

96 million dollars.

Seriously?  America, you have a problem. My Facebook has been blowing up about Tebow and Manning and who-the-fuck-are-the-Broncos-anyway but Jesus, there is something wrong with a society that applauds spending a hundred million dollars on 66% proficiency.   

If I went out and performed a show at sixty-six percent, I would be set on fire. And you know what, if I were being paid to do such a shitty performance, you bet your ass I would expect and welcome the flames.

 Not that you give a damn, but accept my continual middle finger, America, for your disgusting obsession with professional sports. 

Hype

(I have never had any luck writing about marching music. Here's a draft of a pre-show hype rap/speech. I dunno.)

I want to tell you a story
it's about the color blue
yeah, I may have written it
but you know what? so did all of you
blue isn't just a feeling
it's more than just a hue
you know the sky's not just a ceiling
and we're more than just a crew

I know there are times your minds are reeling under the
piling files of time you're stealing
to keep your eyes peeled yet your brains from peelin
yet your lips are sealed, this is art we're dealing
I say we make the stands shatter and shake
under the weight of our greatness
if you do it right they will lift you up and you will
leave that room weightless
Hell, I'll warn the floor boards now they're in store for a
war on their foundation
We are made of the Rocky Mountains, and we're the only ones in the nation
carved out of stone and bone and love
can exchange their doubt for exaltation

I demand that they not just applaud us
I demand that they god damn adore us
that we shake them til their brains go porous,
then pour out their eyes while they still scream for us.
nobody ever made it feeling cautious
I dare you to hit them so hard they fall to the ground, unconscious
When they wake up, they better want to die
if they never see the Blue Knights again
You have to make them want to
cry if we're not the ones who fucking win

There is no man, no person, no thing
who has ever received this much love from me
because week after week and day after day
you guys keep me from going insane.
Yeah, there's a world out there and it's happenin
but right now all that matters is us.
There is no key in the entire world that I would
rather hold than this one.

So here is the truth, believe me I hate it too:
we have a lot to show but
we more to prove.

Now, you don't have to promise me anything
but I will always promise every one of you
that there is no color that I will ever bleed
except for blue.

Does posting about PMS make me anti-feminist..?

Dear Midol,

I know you think it is funny to put your pills in bulletproof packaging. But I don't think you realize it's not very funny to test me like that, because I will pull out a gun.

love and other drugs.

Hear me out for a second
because I know it might sound crazy
but there's mice runnin a maze
on top of a cake made out of amazing.
And the icing's made of spices;
makes it taste just like daisies--
painted with purple paisleys,
first in circles then in wave-sies.

And there's either six jaguars with one giant eye each
or one giant flower with a lot of fuckin teeth
and I'm just starin at it hopin it doesn't eat me
but I write the story so its like me, doesn't eat meat.

this shit's crawlin on the ceiling tellin me
gravity is for jerks
but I been growin out my wings, see
and I know gravity still works

just trying to put my finger on the difference
between lsd and eucalyptus
koala bears texting each other "let's trip this"
and I don't know who the fox is
or who's the raven
but that shit all means something now
since we started ravin'

I hate it when people say that love is a sickness
like if we just eat more zinc it'll fix this
and I hate it when people say it's a gift
as if you could pack this up and ship it for Christmas
but its flyin round the sky--that's not just hydrogen
and lets the roses live in your skin
that's not just melanin
keeps the world spinnin and keeps it in key
makes my heart spin in circles 'round the strings on my sleeves

Love's just an ingredient kids, and drugs are not the answer.
But i tell you what, nay-sayers, my world is goddamned enchanted