I’m in a foul mood

I hate chickens.

We only know about the failed chameleons.

When I Pee -- A Poem

When I Pee

When I Pee
I sit down
It is a sacrifice I make for the females in my home

I can't always sit down
Convenience, you know
And pride, of course.

When I stand up
I very precisely hit the edge of the bowl where the water meets the porcelain
and the stream slips in just at the edge
so there is almost no sound

I pee elegantly

Not like one of those men who crush the water
and the house rumbles

My son rumbles.

In the morning he clomps into the hall
rubs his eyes awake
slams the bathroom door
and rumbles.

I told him to sit down or clean the toilet.
He does neither

Me civilized admonishes him
Me hooting primate, though, HOOT HOOT!
Fire up that testosterone and rumble while you can son.

Rumble while you can.

Gadsden Banana

I dreamt I wore a huge banana costume to a protest and carried this flag. The interview I gave to the reporter was very serious. I made sure to spell out B a n a n a   P e e l.

Summer projects

In a bid to simplify

to skewer the long to do

I hacked a rotting egg

And moved some stone

Momento Mori

If I go off the deep end 

Do not cry for me

Follow me or 

Let me drown alone

Life is short

It’s incomplete

A great mystery

And desperation threads the pieces of a wedding gown

In the void it’s pure black 

And there is not a sound 

But fear not my love

I’m still hanging around

We build our own prisons

We build our own prisons out of our expectations of the ones we love. We shackle ourselves as we bind those in our hope. We never know freedom because we refuse to allow theirs. 

Thus spake Jogadisha.

Please don’t comment or hate or ‘like’. 

Yep

At 2 AM after four hours of online chess it occurred to me that I suck at chess. Time management being in reality priority management I committed to just a few more games.

I’ve made myself into the jack of all trades, master of none paradox that inevitably leads to half-butt solutions in most things. The saying should be jackass of all trades (especially in chess).

(Me strumming guitar and singing)

Henry: Did you write that song Dad?

Me: Yes. Yes I did. I wrote most of the songs you hear me singing.

Henry: Really? Wow! Did you write that one that goes ‘Guitars and Cadillacs’?

(pause)

Me: Nope. That was Dwight Yoakam.

Henry: oh, okay. Yeah, cause that’s actually a good song.