Thursday, March 10, 2011

i lost my phone

i think i left it in my last period class
if i left it in class my teacher probably looked through my phone
i do not have naked pictures on my phone
naked pictures are what my generation does
i do have texts about adderall
shit

if i didnt leave it in the classroom then it is outside
and there is a large storm system moving in
we might have a snow-day tomorrow
i really want a snow-day
but if we have one then i wont get my phone back till monday
but really it is ok
and the more it snows the more my phone could be getting ruined but also the more chance we could have a snow-day

i keep thinking "noah cicero doesnt have a phone"

Sunday, March 6, 2011

psychedelic cowboy (our growing arms)

"this is a birthday party and
we have nothing to give"
drew pulls behind the florist shop
we open the dumpsters and
pull flower after flower,
fistfuls of flowers, growing
three pairs of arms cannot
hold all that we found

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Fried-Velveeta-Miracle-Whip Sandwiches

I don’t remember exactly when the kitchen was remodeled, but one day there were white counter tops complete with golden flecks. There were plastic Robin egg blue curtains and a microwave new enough to act as a status symbol among the neighborhood girls.

She was indeed the first on the street to own a microwave. Now she had a bit of extra time to light her own cigarettes. There was no man to light them for her and so she would flick restlessly through the television channels on her evenings off.

I could tell that in many ways the microwave calmed her nerves.

Favoring bright colors in dress and in makeup
my childhood memories became scented clouds of sugary hairspray.
oh no it’s 4am and I just smashed through your bedroom door on some handsome drunk man’s back with the bad teeth and he also punted your ceramic peacock lamp and said “its like if Queen Latifah wore a shin guard on her face”