My life is very interesting. Not to me, but somewhere someone is enthralled. I worked again today. I know, something is wrong with me..and I have been doing it consistently too. I ended up watching Jack Johnson videos tonight to help me remember that there is more to life than work. I learned how to pour concrete today. I wonder if Jack has ever poured concrete. Probably not. I got a book in the mail today. Cannibals and Kings. Cultural Anthropology. Im not sure, but I think I might be a nerd. And so now its 3:42 am and I have been awake for the last few hours wondering why I am awake, and why I dont like California, and why people are stupid and mean and if I am stupid and mean, and why we never learn and even if we do the stupid and mean people are too dull to notice and they sabotage anything to shed light on their inability to write poetry.

Poems for two unmet people:

 You know? Because I was thinking the kiss is what gets me, its not even whatever she is thinking when she is looking in the mirror at every angle and the hours she spends pouring through the magazines and the pilates and the fruit and the comparison shopping of whether or not she would date herself. Or maybe its deeper. Maybe its the underlying, undercurrent, movements of the breezes that are leftover from the field trips of our childhood, and the time when running wasnt exercise and love was something to give rather than something to find. Yeah...all this is in the kiss. But you can't just kiss the frogs you know. Not these days. Even still, bonfires are only cool because they are rare, otherwise its just hell. All the fire and smoke and focused concentrations. Yeah. Like that. Its all like that.

That's my poem for the person I didnt have to go with to fireworks. But a friend from work is going...and thats cool. Btw, I think I am going to jump out of a plane. Is that a sin? And my poem doesn't rhyme, which is probably a good thing. Its not like life rhymes anyways. Funny how we think the distant people have lives that do though, you know?