Wednesday, June 30, 2010

have yall evr climbed a mtn?


climbing a mntn
just me n my bro
clouds rollin ovr the sea

bros of the sky
just climbin a mntn
bros who r hopeful n free

bros of the mntn
just bros of the land
just the mntn, my bro, and me

just climbin a mntn
just me and my bro
clouds rollin ovr the sea

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have yall evr climbed a mountain with your bro?
what was the highest mntn you climbed?
dyall drink mntn dew?
are mntns more authentic than the sea?

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

post-LOST distress syndrome?


Jack and Kate and Sawyer
Locke and Hurley and Ben
For the last six years on TV
You’ve been my best of friends

But now your story’s over
You’ve left the TV waves
You’re written deep within my heart
Like your names were in those caves

Don’t know what to do without you
Feel both happy, sad, and bored
I know Christian said to ‘let go’
But so far it’s been hard

So the Island world was real – okay
And the ‘Sideways world’ was ‘fake’
And Sawyer got back with Juliet
And Jack wound up with Kate

I’d cried so much throughout ‘The End’
My wits were made all blurry
But now I’ve thought it over –
What was such the hurry?

Feel cheated by the ‘Sideways’ thing
Another ‘long con,’ I’m no fool
But in pulling one on your loving fans
You broke the golden rule

Character-wise, it was prob’ly right
But overall, probs wrong
How could you expect us to invest our hearts
In a ‘fake’ world for so long?

And what about the unsolved ‘Q’s
So important to the plot?
Walt and babies and Tawaret?
Did you think that I forgot?

It’s important to keep some mysteries living
So we still have some things to discuss
But without solving things on which the plot relied
You sabotaged my trust

Anyway, what’s done is done
And I still think it was worth the tears
The frustration and the waiting
Throughout the last six years

I think I first fell in <3 with u
When Locke dug up the hatch
Or when Jin, and Sawyer and Michael
Set off on the rescue raft

Or when Locke found out that he could walk
When Hurley found the van
When Desmond called up Penny
When Charlie held up his hand

On Jin and Sun I was never big
But when they died, I cried
They’d found redemption and true love
Things we all hope to find

Sayid and Shannon always sucked
But Boone, u were so hot
Juliet was a fabulous actress
Claire was obviously not

The first season is still probably the best
The fourth was the most consistently good
The sixth season was shaky
The third puts me in the worst mood

The flashforwards really worked for me
The freighter folks were lame
Time travel was at least ‘interesting’
Nikki, Paulo, and Zoe were a shame

Don’t get me started on Jacob and MIB
Or the light they called the ‘Source’
But what a bunch of bullshit
Worse than Kate’s stupid horse

But remember when Locke saw Walt?
When Eko faced off with Smokey?
When Claire gave birth to Aaron?
The cabin that was spooky?

So much wonder! So much thrill!
What a blast of fun!
This is one amazing story
I never wanted done!

Lost I <3 and h8 u
You were down and up and down
And up and down and up again
You jerked my heart around

You inspired me as a writer
Can’t wait to show u to my kids
And share the frustration throughout the show
And unearth the joys it hid

Jack and Kate and Sawyer
And Locke and Hurley and Ben
And Juliet and Boone and Desmond
You’ll always be my friends

Oh Lost I <3 I <3 u!
Thanks for all you gave
Although network TV there was probably no hope
For even you to save

Goodbye Jack, and goodbye Lost
Good luck as you ‘move on’
It’s time for me to ‘let go’ now
It’s time for u to flow now
Into the light
So shinning white
Into the great beyond

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did you watch lost?
do you have 'post-LOST distress syndrome'?
when did u stop watching lost?
who was ur fav character?
what was ur fav season?
is lost only for 'effing retards'?
do u even watch TV?

Monday, June 28, 2010

dyall stare @ the sea?


Waves crashing on the rocks
Islands in the distance
Gray clouds passing overhead
The sky shows no resistance

I sit upon a wooden bench
Just staring at the sea
Foggy mountains at my back
And eagles flying free

What’s out there in the depths I think
What’s out there in the murk
Another world, another life
Where slimy creatures lurk

What was the path that led me to
This very wild place
The ledge between a paradise
And endless, wat’ry space

Birds cry in the mossy trees
And seaweed fills the nose
The water thrush and thrushes
A chill shoots through my toes

Alaska, Alaska, Alaska
You’re an Eden for the eyes
You’re a savior for the weary soul
You don’t tell any lies

Here I sit upon a bench
Just staring at the sea
The waves are crashing on the rocks
They crash inside of me

Gray clouds passing overhead
Islands in the distance
The waves crash down upon the rocks
We show them no resistance

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have yall ever sat to contemplate the sea?
r u a beach bro or a mountain bro?
r u afraid of the ocean + giant squids?
do you like blogetry that rhymes, or blogetry that doesn't rhyme?
more authentic: ocean or mtns?

Friday, June 25, 2010

so ur gettin 'hitched'?


Some people get married young
Some people get married old
Some people get married in hot weather
Some people get married in the cold

Sometimes a man marries a woman
Or a man will marry a man
Sometimes three people will try to get married
Although that type of stuff is usually banned

People get married because they love each other
People get married because they want babies
People get married just for something to do
Some people who get married even have rabies

Jews marry Christians
And monotheists marry polytheists
Agnostics marry Muslims
And Buddhists marry atheists

Some women dream their whole life of getting married
Walking down the aisle with their dad
Some women will never marry
Because they think the institution’s simply ‘bad’

Some brides wear big white dresses
Some brides dress like hos
Some grooms wear tailored suits
Some just dress like bros

Weddings can be big or small
In a church or on the sand
Hundreds of families, friends, and loved ones
Will fly across the land

Some will settle for a courthouse
With two or three friends near
Or some elope in Vegas
After drinking too much beer

Some people are married forever
Some people get divorced
Some marriages flow smoothly
Some marriages feel forced

Married people will have great sex
And married people will have it awful
Married people will have traditional sex
And married people will have sex that verges on unlawful

Married people are tall and small
Married people are rich and poor
Married people are white and black
Some married people you invite into your home;
Some married people you’ll kick out the back door

Some married people never speak
Some married people are each others’ best friends
Some married people resent each other
Some married people stay in love until their life ends

Whoever you marry
And for however long
And whatever happens throughout the years
I hope the love is strong

You’re both in pretty deep now
Until death should do you part
You’ve got two very different lives
But they’re beating with one heart

So happy to be able to call you my pals
I <3 u so goddamn much
Though I can’t be there in person
I’m sending you good vibes n’such

Marriage is a wonderful thing
And marriage is so scary
It’s pretty horrifying, really
But I don’t think you should be wary

You’ve come this far, at least
And that’s got to count for something
So hold your breath
Grasp your hands
Take the plunge untethered

And as you fall
At least you know
You’re doing this
Together

<3 u E + P
<3 S
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have you ever gotten ‘hitched’?
do u <3/h8 your spouse?
where did you/will u get married?
have u still not ‘consummated’ your marriage?
will you have babies, adopt, or artificially inseminate?
is monogamy ‘effing overrated’?
should I get married?
is 'the princess bride' 'sooooo funnie'?

Thursday, June 24, 2010

evr been on a cruise?


Cruise ship tourists
So sick of u
U are old, brittle, spotted, and flabby
From Middle America
Worked at a mill your whole life
Now u live in Arizona
And drag your annoyed kids/grandkids
Along with u
On a giant boat
With buffets, Jack Lemmonbro + Walter Matthau,
Barry Manilow songs
To ‘see the world’
Hobbling around on a cane/walker/wheelchair
Buying shittie souvenir junk
That’ll eventually just gather dust
On your mantle
Until you croak
And your kids dump it
At their local thrift store

Cruise ship tourists
So sick of u
Even tho my job
Is to educate you on local history
Via the lens of historical artifacts
Even tho you are this community’s
Primary economic resource
Next to fish
(How does it feel to be about as important
As some fish?)
U are like thousands of lurching
Drooling
Expensive digital SLR camera wielding
Parasites
Who seem to have developed
A symbiotic relationship
With your host
The town
While secretly u suck the
Life spirit and the blood
From our little town’s fragile body
Until the eventual ruin
Dessication
And fall of us all
Sinking into the sea

Cruise ship tourists
So sick of u
U lumber the streets like zombies
Dressed in silly raincoats
Old man khakis
Windbreaker suits from the 1990’s
Fishing hats
Overpriced North Face fleeces
U are characterless and dull
Consumerist idiots
Taken advantage of
By the capitalist tourist industry
Trying to sell u
An ‘authentic’ and ‘meaningful’ ‘experience’
And u buy into it
Thinking u r the first to have ever set foot
In this ‘exotic’ environment
You are a cultural pioneer
Getting cultured
Consuming and
Consuming and
Consuming
All the culture
Getting fed to you with a medicine spoon
Like the tasty pink stuff
They gave you as a kid

Cruise ship tourists
So sick of u
h8 u
Stop asking stupid questions
Get out of my way
Get back on your effing boat
Go back to Arizona
Goodbye

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Did your grandparents ever ‘force’ u onto a cruise?
Did you ever have a ‘cruise ship romance’?
Do u ‘h8’ tourists?
Should all ‘old people’ be sent somewhere to die?
What was your most ‘authentic’ and ‘meaningful’ tourist ‘experience’?

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

where is 'afghanistan'?


A while ago I sat with a man on a bench
A friend of a friend, a few years older
A white man
An educated, college graduate
And a soldier
Who was living with his family in New York
Until shipping back to serve
In Afghanistan

He was a normal-looking bro
Glasses, jeans, a tee shirt
Forgettable, really
Don’t remember his name
Said he’d likely see combat
Who’s the bad guy? I asked
No idea, he replied

Our country is in a war
People are dying
Bros just like u and me
Bros who just want to chill down with
Other bros
Drinkin some beer, workin on a car
Getting a tug job from some drunk grl
Buying Mom some groceries
Taking the kids to the batting cages
Hitting the driving range with Dad
Kissing the wife

Bros who want to watch NASCAR
Bros who want to play video games
Bros who want to get off to Internet porn
Bros who want to laugh
Bros who want to feel
Bros who want to make a difference
Bros who want to protect their country
Bros who want to make their family proud
Bros who want to live
Bros who just want to dance


Barry Obama, what the eff is going on?

Who started this war?
Where is Afghanistan?
How long has this been going on?
Why does nobody know what the eff is happening?

Why did this happen?
Why did this happen?

Why did this happen?

Maybe Obama should hire Sean Penn to fix everything
Seems like he did a pretty good job fixing Homophobia/Katrina/Haiti

So confused
Don’t know what to do
Still ‘wasting’ my life away in college
Getting over-educated
Living a trendy alternative lifestyle
Getting wasted and going into debt
All the whiles

Bros are shooting guns
Bros are dying
And almost everyone in America
Seems to have forgotten

War is just a movie to us
With special effects and good acting
Directed by James Cameron’s ‘hot ass’ ex-wife

Just wish I knew what was going on
But maybe no New York Times article/Rolling Stone article/Oscar-winning movie/blog
Can ever really ‘explain’
War

Just wish I knew who the ‘bad guys’ are
Just wish I knew who to blame
Just wish I knew who to h8
Just wish I didn’t feel so powerless
Just wish bros wouldn’t have to die for nothing
Just wish everyone in the world could chill down to some chill tunes
Just wish Barry Obama would actually start ‘doing something’

Guess I’ll just go watch the Brorld Cup

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Where is Afghanistan?
Have you ever been in a war?
Is Barry Obama ‘doing anything’?
Is ‘terrorism’ real?
Is Sean Penn the 2nd cumming of Christ?
Are ‘we’ the ‘bad guys’?
Did George W. Bushes cause 9/11?
What’s your favorite ‘war movie’?
Would you bang Kathryn Bigel-ho?
Was ‘Avatar’ better than ‘The Hurt Locker’?
Have you ever made a homoerotic youtube video w/your closest bros?
Do you wish Harrison Ford/Chill Bill Pullman was still President? [via Air Force One/Independence Days]

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

evr hopped a train?


Did you ever want to live life free
A life that’s free
From societie

Did you ever want to cast a net
A net that’s not
The Internet

Did you ever feel that you were born
To walk a path
Outside the norm

Dreadlocks, baggy clothes, overgrown nails
I want to tread some
Other trails

I want to shed my mnstrm roots
I want to wear
Some crusty boots

I want to see the other tracks
I want to live
The life that lacks

Material things, and shallow goals
And empty hopes
And pointless roles

The transient life’s the life for me
I have to leave
I have to flee

I want to be from everywhere
I want to be from
Nowhere where

I want to have a sad-looking pooch
To guilt people into
Buying me hooch

But I’m too scared and too caught up
I’m too secure
To leave, disrupt

The web I’m in, it’s all like this:
Education, Expectation, Family, Friends, the stuff my heart
Cannot dismiss

For fear of loss, for fear of fail
For fear it’s just
An empty grail

Without beginning, and without end
Never make
A lasting friend

Never know what’s come before
Never know
What’s next in store

I want to live a humble life
I want to live
A life of strife

I want to win, I want to loose
I want to abstain
I want to booze

Help me help me, transient bros
What life all means
No one knows

Wash your bodies on the beach
Let me know
What you’ve to teach

The wisdom of a vagabond
The sight of ripples
In a pond

Maybe it’s that we’re all the same
Nothing to loose
Nothing to gain

Trainhoppers, businessmen, blacks and whites
Fishermen, librarians,
Days and nights

All of us, all of us, lost in the sea
All you can do
Is be what you be

Maybe someday I’ll hop on a train
Or I’ll stick out my thumb
When caught in the rain

But probly its just a sight in my mind
So much in life
I can’t leave behind

Transient, trainhopper, crusty like bros
Good luck my friends
And as the world goes

You’re held in my heart, I wish you good vibes
Hope y’all catch some
Meaningful rides

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r u a 'trainhopper'?
do you h8 'societie'?
do u feel trapped in a 'meangingless,' 'predictable,' and/or 'traditional' lifestyle?
do u shower?
have u ever 'hitched' a ride with an 'axe murderer'?
are 'trainhoppers'/'crusties' the most authentic humans?
are we all the same?

Monday, June 21, 2010

do u luv your dad?


Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
So I can show my son
That Im sensitive to his need to live an authentic and meaningful
alternative lifestyle
Even if he doesnt want to play sports like ‘normal’ kids
Or is just basically athletically inept

Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
So I can show my son
My old collegebro itunes playlists with songs by eternally relevant
p4k-acclaimed ‘artists’ like the animal collectives,
The neon Indians, the washed out, the memory t^apes, and the toro y bro
I will tell him how much I hated ‘inconsequential mnstrm bullshit’
like the Jay Zzzzs, the johnmayerbro, and the coldplays
Cant wait to listen to the Justicebros & Fleet Foxesbros with my son
while showing him concert pix I took with my smartphone/digital SLR camera
‘I was there, son,’ I will say. ‘It was chill’

Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
Still wearing thrift store clothes and wayfarer sunglasses while
working at some ‘progressive’ & ‘socially contributive’ non-profit, possibly run by the dave eggers bro
Raising my son to be ‘environmentally conscious’ on a
vegetarian/vegan diet purchased from the Whole Foods/Traders Joes/whatever free-range/locally-grown-organic farmers market we live closest to
We will only use organic beeswax soap, and only flush the toilet
when we go ‘no. 2’
I will tell my son to try not to seem like he cares about material
things,
But that he should at least throw down for some expensive
headphones [via sound quality being very imprtnt]
I will ride my bike to ‘work’ and encourage my son to skateboard to
school
To minimize our family’s ‘carbon footprint’
And so girls think he is ‘kuet’ & ‘kewl’

Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
So I can help my son through his ‘hateful tween years’
By suggesting he ‘sweat it out’ to classics like the Clashbros and
the Sonic Youths
I will pay for his guitar lessons and let him jam with his bros
in our wood-paneled, brown-carpeted basement
I will even let my son and his bros drink a couple beers as long as
they sleep over
I will buy my son expensive 3-day passes to the most relevant and
authentic music festivals
So that he can ‘party’ and ‘feel connected’ to other like-minded bros
in a meaningful collective environment,
Just bros havin a good time & groovin to some chill waves

Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
So I can watch my son ‘grow up’ and ‘get an education’
I will definitely encourage my son to go to a liberal arts college in
order to get the most unpractical degree possible, like ‘art
history’ or ‘romance languages’
‘College is 4 meeting cool bros and cool girls,’ I will say with a wink
Throwin down some cash for his authentic dorm room posters
Bob Marley, Scarface, Animal House Bro, Jimi Hendrix
Even when my son drunk texts me one night saying he thinks
he is ‘ghey’
I will reply ‘dont worry, bro, just a phase we all bro through’

Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
I will be my son’s #1 bro
I will be his br0 1st, his ‘parent’ 2econd
So when, after living on a couch for 1.6 - 3 years in a one-bedroom,
$2000 a month, brooklyn/seattle/portland/san
francisco/austin apartment with his three other bandmate
bros –
So when he finally realizes his band is ‘shit’
And he decides to ‘take a year off’ [via sleeping on my basement
couch & working at the local record store]
I will invite him to smoke a teeny joint with me
‘What’s up, son?’ I will say
‘Mnh,’ he will say, ‘Life isn’t what I thought itd be’
‘True,’ I’ll say

Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
So I can help my son through his ‘bitter mid-20s’ years
Look forward to helping my son ‘cope’/ ‘recover’ from his inevitable
alcohol/weed/blow/heroin/sex/porn/PBR addiction
When my son is ‘burnt out’ and ‘spent’
I will make sure his mom always cooks him his favorite food [via
tomato soup & grilled cheesy sandwich]
‘We’ve all been there,’ I will tell my son
And remind him that being an mp3 indie music blogger is always a
viable career option

Cant wait to be a Cool Dad
I will ‘act all zany’ at my son’s wedding
I will chill down with my son’s dreadlocked, tattooed, ‘artsy’
photographer wife on the dance floor
And ‘accidentally’ grab her ass
I will video tape my grandsons’ births with a Flip camera and post
the videos simultaneously to facebook/twitter/youtube
I will be a Cool Granddad who always gives his grandsons M&Ms
and a collective of [stuffed] animals
I will tell my grandsons ‘whacky’ stories about seeing ‘boobies’ at
music festivals and ‘getting hammered’ while ‘studying
abroad’ in Europe
I might even let my grandsons pull my finger and then make a
kuet farting noise
‘Ur so sillie, Granddad,’ they will say, ‘& you are kewl’

But most of all
I cant wait to be a Cool Dad
Because I will have raised a son who has become a Cool Dad
And when my brain starts to ‘get effed’ [via
alzheimer’s/dementia/too much LSD as a college bro],
And when my bones become brittle and crack,
And when I am just ‘chillin on my deathbed’
And it is time for me to give up my earthly body and climb on the
light beam of good vibes to the great animal collective in the
sky,
I will tell my Cool Dad Son,
‘Love you, bro’
And he will say,
‘Love you 2, bro.’

And he will say,
‘You were a chill dad.’

And he will say,
‘You were a 9.6 dad.’

And then, ’fore I’m dead, last thing I will hear,
He will say,
‘Bro, you were a Cool Dad, bro.’

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do u <3 ur dad?
r u a dad?
is your dad 'cool'?
do u h8 ur dad?
who is the world's 'coolest' dad?
is your dad 'cooler' than my dad?
have u ever smoked 'weed' w/ur dad?