the straight dope:

fuck, hope 

luck, nope

stuck, smoke

suck, toke

tuck, rope

buck, choke

struck, broke

fuck, croak.

I think my problem with tumblr was that I lost an appreciation of what getting 10 likes on something and a couple of reblogs was. I guess it’s a bit like any kind of stardom really - when you think you’ve hit the big time things that would have given you pleasure before suddenly don’t hack it. You hold yourself to the standard of your biggest achievement and are disappointed in anything else. It’s a silly way to go about life. 

It feels good to post again and not care about what happens afterwards.

Writing is extracting little bits of soul, and writer’s block is when you’ve run out.

I ran out lately, and it took me a few months to earn some back.

Tin can avenue -
was here;
now this is straight city,
eyes glow in reflections,
suits twist and snap, 
they often talk to nobody.

Tin can avenue -
was dirty;
everything clean now,
molestations on walls gone,
office blocks shimmer, 
reach out and push through clouds.

Tin can avenue -
was needles and dog shit;
cordoned off from the public,
now highway, expressway,
left at the junction, but who’s left behind

Tin can avenue -
was here;
lost all it’s tin,
put a lid on it’s can
and then paint it all cream,
and forget, forget, forget, forgot.

peel back
a little 
skin
to see
what’s within

blood mainly
i’m told

the inside of my head is full
of pops and bangwhizzes
whispers and shouts 
catcalls, mail order brides
tie-dyes and fire breathers
screws nuts and bolts rattling
cat’s wailing, sticks clattering.

the outside of my head
is still and somber
lying in the dirty-room gloom

‘River of Brakelights’ is my favorite album name ever. Sometimes when I’m driving at night I look out at them and the title always comes to mind, especially if I’m looking at them flowing up/down a hill.

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mollymillions replied to your post: kittenflaps replied to your post: everything is…

A Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five. Haikus piss me off, cause I hate counting, so I dont even attempt them.

Incorrect I’m afraid! That’s a very narrow view of what Haiku is. If you check mine, it  has 17 syllables and also a kigo ( seasonal word). 5/7/5 isn’t a strict requirement. 

kittenflaps replied to your post: everything is breaking I peer into cracks to trace…

Not a haiku.

So what is a Haiku then? 

everything is breaking

I peer into cracks

to trace where storms formed

So I see tumblr still haven’t fixed the awful ‘editors’ system. Tags could work so much better than they do.

i say 

“i am studying 

philosophy”

i can see 

that narrowing 

of the lip

& that glaze 

of the eye, 

as if i’ve said

something rather

queerly

as they think

“what’s the point of that?”

ironic,

really.