' wanna free ticket to the sex show and a greasy appetizer?'

ishmael [3:37 PM]: rick is always painful to talk to

' you don't sound like you are in a good mood'

ish: my stomach hurts so i'm just moving slow today. not in a bad mood though

' oh: i KNOW when you're in a bad mood'

danger man [3:38 PM]: he needs an egg roll

ishmael [3:38 PM]: ish: ummmm, thanks?

and then he just kind of keeps talking

ishmael [4:00 PM]: what was the name of his roller skate shindig thinger again?

danger man [4:02 PM]: Rick's Rock and Egg Roll Emporium

ishmael [4:02 PM]: he should probably also sell floor coverings on the side

danger man [4:02 PM]: said with a distinctly 1960's racist chinese accent

ishmael [4:02 PM]: isn't he Filipino?

danger man [4:03 PM]: he said he'd wear a kimono and sell egg rolls

ishmael [4:03 PM]: that's rike, 8 diff't types of asian

danger man [4:03 PM]: it sounded like a japanese henchman from a 1950s cartoon

lock and egg lorr empolium

ishmael [4:04 PM]: who was the dude in james bond who threw his bowler???

danger man [4:04 PM]: odd job?

ishmael [4:04 PM]: YES!

i had an odd job action figure as a kid, with spring action for whipping his hat

danger man [4:04 PM]: I'm thinking more like a Bullwinkle level of racism

ishmael [4:05 PM]: aaaaaaaaaaaaaand i just discovered another thing to search for on netflix

' hey rocky! watch me pulla rabbit outta my hat!'

' not again!!!! that trick NEVER works!'

everbody knows that i'm a fool

it is the truth that hurts.

never a lie; never a want.

the anniversary of an unfounded distraction.

because i am a fool.

and everybody knows...

my desk

my desk, at 2 am
littered with mugs and business cards
derelict lighters that
have no business purporting to be of assistance when
you most need assistance
and another set of receipts
that neither step up
or stitch
the holes up


and when will

the dainty lilts match with my approximation
of being fooled and
hearing all of this accurately
or hearing it all.
cut the neck out, cut the sleeves
off
and make room for the breath
i so desperately

aspire to breathing.

and from the depths , and their compression
of idyllic
approximations of
scale and rhyme

understand that i
am a fool

and that is what we breathe when we speak
waiting for the
stops
step step and recoil

step step and stitch the holes
in between
these fabricated
workings of a whole lot of
runs to
uncertainty

when we work so hard
only to see
that she's always been the
work i need to carry
on and carry
regardless of a name
and

being a fool.
stitched and worn but
blameless in
my endless dancing



a time and a place
a rhyme and a memory of oh such
a beautiful
face


foolish as i may
purport to be



i'll always be a fool
always and forever
happily

keep the sculpture because the smell of las vegas motel rooms never felt so close to a former home

boom. for real...

there's a time for this

a battery of empty soldiers standing vigil
on the counter
counted and looking for a verification of sorts
one, two , whence we stop this dance
an unfortunate foxtrot

one, two, sidestep and reprise
once we decide to stop
dancing and decide to buckle down for the larger
purpose
of this semi serious
visitation
of former feelings and frightened admittances

and all you've ever wanted just dies
things ain't like they used to be and that's
just fine
a reprise is another way to let
the people you love
know that you've tried.