"Wish you were with me right now (I'm sitting in a Subaru service center while they change my oil and fill up the windshield wiper fluid)."
I highly recommend dreaming
About Ken Reid and snakes and Greta Gerwig
And then waking up and blasting Oxford Comma by Vampire Weekend.
This makes for a decent little Friday
Especially when work is wacky and the world is on fire
But still some dumb dumb you went to high school
Sends you a pixelated Facebook post
About believing in your generic dreams.
I never understood why people had letter openers.
Do people still have letter openers?
They are just dull knives?
I will ask Taylor swift if she has a letter opener when she does my silly music podcast.
I highly recommend bringing a book with you
While you have to get your car serviced.
I brought Burning Bridges to Light the Way
By David Thorne but was distracted by some old lady
Commenting to herself about the news on the tv in the waiting area.
A lot of my schoolyard boyhood fantasies invoked
Tex Avery style “futuristic” robot arms coming from the ceiling or floor
And doing the things for me that I didn’t want to do.
When’s the last time you had a corn dog?
Do you dip a corn dog in ketchup or put mustard on it or eat it dry like a psycho?
I wish you were here, specific reader of this who I said I wouldn’t write about anymore but whose first name starts with a K and ends in Endra.
I wish you were here to laugh at this lady narrating the news and so I had someone to complain to about being hungry.
When does Taco Bell stop serving breakfast?
I have a couple Taco Bell gift cards burning a hole in my center consul
And I feel productive doing this oil change
So I feel entitled to treat myself to a couple breakfast burritos for literal giggles and shits.
When given good news I don’t want to work
And when given bad news I don’t feel like working
And when the morning is made up of car service, errands, and fast food, I don’t want to work but just write poetry and feel the day, not in a sunshine way, but in a stillness
That we all feel but rarely acknowledge.
I will ask Taylor swift if she has a letter opener when she does my silly music podcast.
I highly recommend bringing a book with you
While you have to get your car serviced.
I brought Burning Bridges to Light the Way
By David Thorne but was distracted by some old lady
Commenting to herself about the news on the tv in the waiting area.
A lot of my schoolyard boyhood fantasies invoked
Tex Avery style “futuristic” robot arms coming from the ceiling or floor
And doing the things for me that I didn’t want to do.
When’s the last time you had a corn dog?
Do you dip a corn dog in ketchup or put mustard on it or eat it dry like a psycho?
I wish you were here, specific reader of this who I said I wouldn’t write about anymore but whose first name starts with a K and ends in Endra.
I wish you were here to laugh at this lady narrating the news and so I had someone to complain to about being hungry.
When does Taco Bell stop serving breakfast?
I have a couple Taco Bell gift cards burning a hole in my center consul
And I feel productive doing this oil change
So I feel entitled to treat myself to a couple breakfast burritos for literal giggles and shits.
When given good news I don’t want to work
And when given bad news I don’t feel like working
And when the morning is made up of car service, errands, and fast food, I don’t want to work but just write poetry and feel the day, not in a sunshine way, but in a stillness
That we all feel but rarely acknowledge.