Be Here Now

I have a special treat for you today. No, not an actual tangible treat. I can't give you candy through the internet.

BUT

I wrote a poem last night when I went to the Be Here Now pub/bar down in the village.
I just kinda let loose and had fun with it. Definitely haven't tried writing in this style before, but there you have it.

So enjoy.
Or don't.
But you should.

Poets in Shadow

The light casts a green hue, I feel like I’m caught in a swamp expecting frogs to hop out of the puddle over in the middle of the floor. Is that a lily pad? I wouldn’t be surprised.

There’s that smell. That not-quite-rotted-but-getting-there kind of smell. It’s teasing my nostrils, suddenly coming and then immediately leaving like your mother-in-law checking up on some nothing.

What’s up with the random disco ball hanging from the ceiling? And was there a globe holding it up on the outside? There’s chairs and couches and other random stools thrown about half-hazard, grouped in corners, standing in puddles, all under the weird grunge hue shedding from the swamp light.

I see the reflection of the poet in the puddle by my foot. How can he read with just that strip of Christmas lights behind him? How can I write this actually? The green light making my pen cast an elongated shadow as it scurries across the paper. Such a flitty little thing, scratching words one after the other after the other trying to form a complete sentence before that girl steps in from of my radiating swamp monster.

All the would-be-wannabe poets stand, sit, or lay around the cold cement floor, tucked in corners, covered in shadows. Shadows cutting their faces into irregular shapes, grotesque shapes. Edgar Allan Poe could write a thing or two about them.

The crowd chuckles as crude humor is tossed around on the smoke exhaled from the cracked lips parted. I must have missed it. I’m really more worried about trying to stay warm because of this huge fan blowing behind my couch. Why the hell is there a fan in a basement when it’s the middle of February? Words after words pour out of their mouths. All the same just thrown together in different ways.

That’s all literature is, a new way to use the words we already created to try and bring meaning into our lives, our trivial-ain’t-got-nothing-going-for-me lives.

Piece by Piece

I love that I'm making all sorts of titles for these blog posts and they don't always have that much to do with the blog posts themselves. If you read into the titles you can understand what I'm getting at. Except for that one I titles "Mmmm Candy" I could have gone and elaborated what I meant by "candy". I shall do that This Very Instant! (she stated in a dramatic voice)

Sorry you'll have to say it in a dramatic voice in your head cuz I don't want to take the time to make a video and post it along with this.

Anywho, "Mmm Candy" refers to medicine. It all started back in high school marching band when I was taking ibuprofen fairly often to counteract the pain I was feeling for some reason or another. Yea so I just referred to medicine as candy. That's the story. Nothing to grandiose or anything about it. If you wanted more of a story I guess I could come up with one, but.....I'm not feeling it today.

The real reason I wanted to hop on here and update my blog was because I've been stumbling, and if you don't know what that means it's a special little do-hickey that Firefox has, and I found some really great sites that I thought I would share with you.
Aren't I thoughtful?

AM I NOT MERCIFUL?!?!

Oh sorry.......It just reminded me of Commodus in Gladiator.

But yes the links themselves. Here we go....

Alright so this one is super duper fantastical. You can Make Your Own Kaleidoscope!!! How snazzy does that sound??
Answer: Very
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This link here isn't quite as fantastical, but it is incredibly interesting. It took me to a wikipedia page about this guy getting his face all messed up as a kid. From there stories were told about this guy and legends made. It quite fascinating. Which fits right into my need to use words that start with the letter "f".
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I also came across this picture here

and thought that it was super fricken fun. (I'm running out of "f" words....)

You know what I realized. Well maybe not. It's sometimes hard to keep up with what I'm thinking.

Like I just thought of marshmallows
and elephants
and Reeses
and a wooden peg leg of a pirate....

Anywho, what I realized was that I went into extreme detail of what I had meant when I titled my blog post "Mmm Candy" but I did not elaborate what this title, "Piece by Piece", means.

All I was thinking when I was working, quite diligently I might add, on this blog was that I'm just throwing things together and making them all fit.
Like a puzzle.

Oh ho! You get it now?
That's enough.