Soggy fries

all one really needs 
is regular sex, and soggy fries
a friday night,
couple of beers,
a few jokes,

you and me.

simplicity.

It isn't always easy

but for now it's perfect.

so lets just sit, here for a bit;

take a minute.

be intwined, in a time 

of beer, jokes and fries

where, for a little while

structures are simple,

and we can just be.

Plain Janes

Most of you won't laugh out loud, so I probably shouldn't admit that I was trying to write a comic verse. Anyone read 'The art of seduction'? It's quite a depressing book, more so because it's indecently insightful.


In today's world,
where everyone's looking for a mate;
if you're an average, ordinary girl,
it's near impossible to get a date!

The saints are looking to save,
a sinner or two;
Whom they'll teach to behave
as according to the world view.

The rakes seek sirens
so that they may blindly worship.
Followers will flock to tyrants;
so if you're not an extreme, your love life may seem a tab glib.

The charismatics end up with the meek,
The child finds someone who cares,
Stars get whoever they seek,
and poor goldilocks is driven to shacking up with bears.

so what about plain you,

being, as ordinary as can be,
no one sees, because there's no credit due
for those who don't participate in the insanity

you may have heard me before, and I'll say it again
Serial killers find love easier than, your typical Plain Jane.

Aww Shucks...

Excess time and lack of things to do forced my hand today and made me clean my desk. We're talking about a space that I haven't ventured into since high school. I found caricatures of faces I no longer recall and 10th grade math homework that I do! Good news Mrs. Joeseph, I remember how to solve matrices still, though I haven't ever felt the need to apply them in my everyday life like you promised!

This could have been a post about the joys of cleaning out your life. Getting rid of your past possessions is supposed to be quite the load lightening experience.

It could be very well have been so but luckily for everyone, I didn't get very far. I got side tracked when I found a poem I'd written when I was about 16 or 17 years old.

Now normally everyone calls me a cynic and I don't argue. In fact, I'd almost forgotten that this poem even existed and for the life of me can't recall the circumstances under which I wrote it.

What I love about it though, is the melodramatic idealism that drips of of it. It reminded me how much passion and energy we have when we're younger and how honest we are about it.

It's not the same later on. The older you get, the better you are at the art of compromise. Not that it's anyone's fault. Life tends to wear you down. Still, I loved finding this poem and it's reminder that I was once such a teenage drama queen :)

Here it is:

Some People
need a little bit more
than comfort and convenience;
want a little bit more
than constance and contentment.

There are those
whose hearts beat restlessly;
whose blood rushes thin through their veins;


Some people need,
that extra push; that final fall;
the rush that accompanies certainity of pain.

Some may desire,
love that runs deeper than passion;
Some are compelled,
to explore the bottoms of their soul.

There are those who need
more clarity;
a better reason to be,
a bit more than the usual
to wake up for.