i am so young

i just went to shave

and i looked at my face

my hair is mussed from sleeping and not showering

and i saw myself in my face

just as i have always been

and i missed me

i wished i was who i am

but that i can never be.

only time will tell

i want to be famous

and have a famous girlfriend

and a famous marriage

and famous bebbies.

i don't know how to be famous
but i do want to be an actor
and a writer
and a director
and a producer
and a mathematician
and a physicist.

i would make movies about things i discovered in space
and about my life as a mathematician, alone only with my pencils and equations
and about the new theories and things that prove they are true
and maybe i would create a camera that could see the theories that are so small.

the world has much things

but it is so small in the universe
but it still is big for us and it has many careers
and toys
and methods
and widgets
and girls
and boys
and lives.

i want to scream
and laugh
and cry
and run
and sit still
and finish my coffee
but i'm pretty sure it causes these thoughts
which is on second thought why i should finish it.

there is too much to learn
and i dont know what to do when
so i follow the current path
and hope it will all get done one day.

Alliteration of the 23rd Variety

Whiskey's wrath wraps around writhing wretches, warring with wild wheat and whittling women with wicked wisdom.

Meat is Murder. Tasty, Tasty Murder.

A white boy wearing blue jeans with a pink shirt, on a yellow bike. Or a pink boy with yellow skin and green and brown eyes on a black road.

Both describe me today. They aren't contradictory. They aren't even contrary. It depends who you ask.

Until Next Time

The last thing I remember is my last words to him, "see ya," ringing in my ears. Such words are used often, taken for nothing more than granted. They are always true, but what if they weren't? This time. What if it was like this time?

In my state of constant, pure remembrance, I will always know my folly. "See ya" was not to be fulfilled. I was such a ridiculous joker! For that blind corner is not a bicyclist's dream, with its sign free existence, but it may be his eternal nightmare. Coming toward it, you feel the relief of not having to slow down, knowing that someone else will. Except that they won't. They see nothing of your slender mode of locomotion, until it is scratching their paint and cracking their windshield.

I can't remember it, but it must have happened. I am here in the dark, and "see ya" still lives in my ears, pounding each time deeper into my brain, trying to force its way back onto my tongue so that I may once again taste my own idiocy. If I had a mouth I would concede. Until I find myself again, until I learn prudence, see ya.

Crazinski

And he said unto the people below him, "Go toward the light, and become one with it, for in that way you may become closer to me, and we shall forever know the light that is knowledge."

Not my best piece

From his satchel he pulled a large object, awkward enough to look like it could never have fit in such a small bag, and he placed it upon the pedestal near the queen's feet, where all gifts were customarily bestowed to either her or the king. She lowered her upturned nose just enough to notice the object, then thrust her snoot upward once more, even higher toward the heavens which she so longed to smell, so that she could think about what she had seen. The king had not moved throughout this theatrical glance. The boy kept his head down, for he did not want to be without it when she spoke. After all, his ears are on his head...