Was it a pair? Or a set? Cause a pair, that implies two But a set? A set!?! We might have a lot! Think about the whole boxed set of your favorite sports cards. Collect one or collect them all! Why are you shaking your head? Yes, I did just call them sports cards. What do you mean that's so weirdly generic? I can't believe you would say something like that to me. You're ridiculous. You're saying this as someone who can't even tell me how many eyes they want to see. So, now, when you said pair, are you talking pairs or pears? You know, like the fruit? The pear that grows on a tree? What is wrong with you? Why are you looking like that at me? Man, I think maybe you really do need a set of eyes. How many eyes you want? Do you need bifocals? Are bifocals a pair or a set? See man, this is what I'm saying, You're not ready yet. Come back next week. I'd say see you later, but I don't want to complicate things that are already really weird.
I wanted to ask you your thoughts,
I wanted to ask you your thoughts, cause you're the one who would know i wanted to ask you and then i forgot. I want to talk to you for at least an hour or two but we can't and i'm okay with that i suppose but what about all the things I forgot? What about really wanting, maybe more like needing, to ask your thoughts?
I want to mail you a guitar and make you write me a song Of course, you could leave –– you could come to me instead –– But where would that be? Cause it can't be here, it can't be here.
who dares to look –
one of those
of the world,
to be tortured
with mundane words
so terribly arranged
Whatever You Need I could be an accessibility trainer, a spinner, a weaver, a writer, a savior, the salt and the pepper in your shaker the language translator! Wherever you need me, whatever the role, I’ll walk with you and talk with you til I truly know your soul
I'd like to give a flying duck but the feathering pluck of flapping wings i hear the bird sing and i'd like to give you a piece of the middle to buy a brick to build a house where you keep the donkey out back and the duck goes quack quack quack a flipping flying feather = i really don't give one flying feather of a duck
buttons now run the top are these markers? potholders? who's cooking all the slop? fire, fire, set the alarm call the forces that reckon with powers that be let's try once again to focus on me what's wrong what's right what'd you do last night? are you eating? are you sleeping? are you circling in circles and pacing through the halls? How are you feeling today? Do you feel okay? Why don't you reach out to touch me to see– align all the rows so perfectly - like numbers falling under in corners and squares a postage stamp to pretend that you care what a card, what a hoot, hope this makes you feel better? the best part was ripping it up and drawing out lines i hate that i feel like hating you i want to be happy. i want to care. i'm pretty sure i'm tired though and i'm too old to be there so i'll find myself a table and wait for you - I-49.
I don't think i was in time marching out of place i think i probably missed the beat i think i slid through the base I can't remember why i cared and i'm sure you barely dared but i think there's something that's still running and i can't forget how we fade fade to the background fade out the tv fade out the ink that is spinning next to me i think we forget i think we remember but I don't think i will ever sync
instructions for getting a complete stranger to smile: first, you must smile at them. That will usually do it. But if that does not work, then you must do something foolish, possibly embarrassing. Maybe give a little wave. What should I try to make you smile? You are a stranger in an aisle
There’s a helium shortage but people don’t seem to care:
They want their balloons,
for their parties and celebrations.
They want red balloons, black balloons, green balloons.
For every occasion and gathering.
To tie to the mailbox with ribbon.
To have in the room for kids
to bounce to one another.
The balloon man shuffles through his book of balloons
to see which ones are the most popular right now,
which ones he is running low on.
Get well balloons.
Sadness overcomes him as he thinks about
all the people who are sick and how the balloons might cheer them up
or remind them they are still sick.
Then he thinks about balloons
as a choking hazard,
as kids should really never
play with balloons
but they do anyways.
He prays everyday that the parents are supervising their children with every ballon he sells them,
Balloons always pop.
He wonders if he’s depressed.
He’s been sleeping a lot,
unable to find
the motivation to get out of bed in the morning,
he’s falling behind on his bills –
being a balloon man doesn’t really pay off.
He wonders about the stories of his customers.
What will they do with their balloons?
Let them float into the air?
Wait until the helium is gone and store them forever as a memory?
He waits at his booth in the store
where the customers come for balloons
and he puts his head on his hands.
He doesn’t like balloons.