new school old school

a bittersweet dream
you and i walked then we laughed
i wake up, real eyes

when in the shower
sometimes i’ll forget and i’ll
wash face once or twice

post full of curse words
i censor myself fearing
more unemployment

it’s a brand new year.
did you really think you would
stop eating hot dogs?

haven’t been posting
much. it’s just daily nonsense
changes, whatever

“you’re the funniest!”
she says to him. he replies,
“just the loneliest.”

joy of finding joy
in something like bowling or
writing bad poems

quick! before it is…
too late. i invented a
word for a lap dog

here’s an exercise:
make a list of ev-rything
you are thankful for

like seriously.
can music be any more
inappropriate.

right in the temple!
it started as only one,
now a few. gray hair

size = 16″ x 20″

maybe i should not
have responded right away
but oh well i did

today on my bike
got stopped by cops because i
looked like a suspect.

there are so many
albums i can’t listen to
no more cos of you.

sometimes the people
in real life who are fear-less
need to shut their face.

back in the old days
they didn’t have exercise
or no computers

he’s a cold hearted
snake (oh) look into his eyes
he’s been telling lies.

hey, these stale water
crackers taste like the chinese
noodles that i like.

robots can’t make art
because they have no nat-u
-ral emotionses.

you had the nicest
laugh today when i almost
hit you with my bike