I have apparently been tagged and never realized it until now so I wrote this poem while posting, no preplanning, just spontaneity.

Oddities on the Spot

I remember the way books smell
and link them to my memory
The way ink swells paper
Blink too slowly and time is a well
Settling into a quiet lull
I appreciate nouns and instances
Like sneezes and shades of brown
sometimes the wheezes of the elderly
and the texture of fabric
and how the body moves it
And this soothes me
Like tea and rain and dirt
Anomalies can cause pain and hurt
Or make me scared
Like silhouettes and presences
That flood my room while I sleep
I'm caught between consciousness
With real blood and flesh
And the deep chambers of rest
These things infest my thoughts
And I'm caught without muscles
These qualities tumble together
And their tangles and tussles
Fall into a form to create a lot
That I am inclined to fill
Lay them out at will
Oddities on the spot

Saturday night Pink Floyd

Real men

Little Appreciations

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4

"There was always the chance that God would cancel the day. That God would say fuck this noise and just shut down the whole operation." - Phineas Poe

"The sun had already set, but we rode off into it anyways." - Adam Sprague

"I stare at the eggs on my plate. I asked for them sunny side up because it sounded cheerful and now they won't stop jiggling." - Phineas Poe