It's a Winter Wonderland out there...

...and it's too cold to ski, so might as well get to writing about your fabulous winter plans and all the beauty that the season brings with it.

Sickness

There's more to just being sick
Than a cough in your throat
A tickle in your nose
And a jumping sensation in your stomach

It's the total bloody feeling g
Of losing all control
Being out of your element
And trying to find a damn doctor that speaks just the slightest hint of English

This is harder than it sounds
And then when you do find one
You discover
That she tells you that

You have the flu and bronchitis
Because these are the only two words
She can remember how to say in English
So much for doctors

Pills are subscribed
And you feel like a drug addict with your
Plastic pouches of God-knows-what
But you're in Korea, so what can you do?

Death Haiku Number Two

Blood and gore and brains,

Half-priced drinks and undead leers...

Zombie pub crawls rule.

Someone Else's Childhood Memory

It’s not you; it’s me
I’m the one
That needs the work
Forgive me
I shall be myself in a few days

Climbing
Shouting
Anxiety
Bills
Cream

It’s all about the cream
That Damn cream
Everything doesn’t have to be about the whipped cream
Or does it?
Why can’t I have a normal life?

Waiting in line
For an oil change
Came across a little café
We were hungry
So we thought we would grab some lunch

I’ll have a salami sandwich on rye
He’ll have a bowl of your soup du jour
Why are you ordering for him miss?
I don’t know
Habit I guess

He would also like
Your crème burlee
With extra whipped cream
I do?
You always want the whipped cream

I do not
You do too
Can I just order my own damn meal?
You don’t love me anymore
You used to always let me take care of you

There were no kids
Just the car
That was broken
And the salami sandwich and soup du jour
And that whipped cream

Creamy chowder with biscuits
And tomato enchiladas with cheese
You should watch your cholesterol intake
I want you to be around with me until I die
Who says I wouldn’t?

Your diet says you wouldn’t
Says who?
Cheese? Whipped Cream?
You’re the one who ordered the whipped cream!
I was just trying to please you!

Can I get you anything else?
A beer?
A glass of wine?
Oh we don’t drink here
Says who?

I would like a drink
I would like a whiskey
The hard stuff
It’s the only way I’m going to tolerate
The rest of the afternoon

And the bill
For the car
God I don’t want to know how much that
Bill
Will be

A Scene from Downtown Phoenix on First Friday (in Seventeen Syllables)

Fire eating, art

Vodka, hot dogs, ultrasounds

Cowbell acid trip