Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • Me yelling at Spotify to play something other than the same 50 songs

    I have 3000 songs

    There is no way you can’t give me variety

    Nah same songs over and over

    I’m never quite on time am I?

    I wish I could tell people who are rude to me off

    I wish I could tell men who for some reason need to be right behind the person at the counter off

    Like what are you doing?

    Looming over this poor woman won’t make her move faster

    Kids?

    I’m like Ugh why won’t their parents call them back

    But grown freaking men?

    Respect people’s personal space?

    Also, I pray, please, people in line, this need to put on your best resting bitch face and stare

    At me

    And for the love of god stop handing me inside out clothing

    Not only because I can’t find the tag

    But because I don’t want your gross body stank on my hands?

    This woman tried on clothes today

    Handed them to me inside out

    This shit reaked

    Of perfume

    She goes

    Oh nevermind I don’t want that one

    So, one, I have to sanitize my hands now

    Because I’ve been second-handling her naked body

    Just gross

    And two this stinky ass thing is going back on the floor probably for someone to complain it stinks and they want a discount or we’ll have to destroy it

    Thanks lady

    I’m sure there’s no one on the planet who desperately needed a shirt today

    This is the moment I look into the camera like The Office

    And Hermes laughs

    This profession is driving me crazy

    We found liquid shit in the garbage bin in the bathroom the other day

    I wasn’t even surprised I just felt bad for my manager

    Human beings, man

    Weird fucking things

    Like you think I have a bad outlook on humanity I have seen shit

    Literally

    All over a bathroom

    At least this was in the garbage!

    When humanity in general can just be less shit

    There was a lovely human today who has a stupid return

    The stupidity was 100% not on this human but my overlords who think it’s a good idea to have merchandise from multiple locations, with a code for each location, all being sent to us to be returned

    Store 4, US 2, Online 3

    So on the receipt because it was online these items had a 3

    But on the barcode on the item it’s 4

    Machine is like no sorry that’s not on the receipt

    This poor human waited 2 days to get this sorted out and was a complete joy to serve

    This person wins person of the day

    And not the woman who showed up five minutes after open with a $50 cash refund

    Screwed the hell out of my till for the day thanks

    Ah servitude

    And I really didn’t need that pain attack.

    Whatever the fuck that was about

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  • I don’t know

    I really don’t

    Ever your strange ass cheerleader

    I don’t have a cheer for you

    You’re just something my mind apparently attached to

    Sorry

    Sorry for my presence

    Honestly

    I make people uncomfortable

    But I love you

    You beautiful human you

    I don’t even know what to say

    3000

    Including the other poems that The Cat rage deleted

    Thanks for that

    Almost certainly more

    I mean that’s a number

    Damn I love you

    Look at this I mean I don’t do things

    Well, whatever

    My joy

    My pain

    My everything

    For some reason

    For reasons I sought and never found

    Mysteries, my love

    Oh and I call everyone “my love”

    Pets, humans, plants, wild animals

    I know my place in this world

    Besides it

    To you who inspired 3000 things

    I wonder how long this endless letter will get?

    A tomb

    I used to think I had to do something

    Besides still wanting to

    The madness settled

    Heh mostly

    My poor brain

    Okay I’ll feel triumphant for a moment

    I want to raise you up when you reach those moments

    Ah, but, if

    I set out thinking we were similar

    Now all I know is I don’t know

    You have a beautiful heart

    This is decided

    My poor heart holds onto this

    Like that last thing it has

    It doesn’t matter if I’m both seven and eight

    Entirely lost in my naivete

    While also wary of everything

    So lonely my soul hurts

    Towards the daybreak of despair

    Yeah something like that

    会えなくって良い

    って

    自分に言って

    One crow

    It’s a wonder I made it this far

    I should be proud of myself

    I remember the last time I was proud of myself

    And my father told me I couldn’t be

    Maybe I’ve forgotten how

    With my feet planted in the dirt

    I made it this far

    And it’s a miracle

    Haha Hermes

    You know what I mean

    Thanks to all the various godlike beings that helped make that possible

    I’m here

    Is that something?

    Oh pain

    Such pain

    I tried

    That’s like the story of my life

    But I mostly gave up trying

    Once the world smacks you down enough times you just kind of stay down

    I want better for others though

    My fight to make things better is not for me

    I don’t imagine myself benefiting from these things first

    3000 letters

    Hey You

    You’re there somewhere?

    You, where are you and what are you doing now?

    Are you under this same brilliant Sun as me?

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  • If it is 9:30 on Canada Day morning (i.e. no rush hour)

    And are already yelling at people to speed so you can turn faster

    And are already squealing your tires around corners?

    Either you and your anger management need to be taken off the road

    Because you’re clearly not using it

    Or you need to be on more mood regulation meds than I do

    Isn’t it strange?

    Oh I’m depressed by the state of the world

    Here have some pills

    I’m angry and dangerous

    Here’s a big truck and some guns

    Because surely giving an angry man a weapon of destruction will help

    Right?

    Luckily I’m less likely to meet an angry person with guns

    But still

    My eyes keep crying

    Like there’s some secret they know I don’t

    Cursed leaking eyes

    My mind was occupied by him again

    For a moment

    Oh goodie more people showing up to my work place before it opens

    There is so much anger in this world and yet they never tried to medicate it away

    Sadness is apparently more dangerous

    All I’m going to kill is myself

    It’s anger that kills hundreds and thousands

    And tens of thousands

    It’s a wonder, really

    That they don’t see anger as treatable

    On your mind am I?

    Do you have a mind?

    Sorry that was a foolish question

    More anger

    Angry people should not be allowed to drive

    There should be an anger test along with the driver’s test

    Oh look some white men in caps blasting rap music

    I don’t know

    I just know people need to chill out

    If I can be calm and collected

    Yet screaming on the inside

    So can you.

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  • Maybe everyone is just fine and I don’t know anything

    After all I haven’t known

    Well it’s better I don’t know anything

    I assume

    There must be some reason for the sloth setting in

    Who knows maybe I took it all on myself

    Who knows maybe I’m the only one who feels like this

    My sweet loves

    Lost to Time

    Maybe I am once again alone in my feeling

    My concern is not needed

    Perhaps

    Well I guess what I said what fitting then

    Get fired up

    Maybe he’s in escape the thoughts at all cost mode

    How I wish that wouldn’t happen

    I am powerless to do a thing

    I suppose there’s no one there

    Maybe there is

    Maybe it doesn’t matter

    No one is here with me

    Afterall no one is ever with me

    I wish night time would come back

    I miss the stars

    I always think I love these long bleeding sunsets until I’m in them and I can’t see my diamonds in the sky

    I wish there was someone here on this planet for me

    Not just someones out there somewhere

    This planet is lonely, Universe

    I feel I am the only one here who speaks my language

    Similar but never the same

    And always in these fleeting moments

    They said you’d catch flies with honey, but, flies, it turns out, are awful and I’d like to catch something that doesn’t just want to eat all my food, fly in my face, and shit everywhere

    Or something poetic

    He’s not the one who’s alone tonight

    Sol when it’s these inbetween hours

    I miss both you and the stars

    Why am I alone?

    What did I do?

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  • If every note was like the wind

    And went to rap upon you door

    And just remind you you’re something every time you don’t think so

    I do not have the answers for the past

    And when I have them for the future

    They are but thoughts until the future meets them and as we pass into the present I see them

    They see me

    That’s what that meant

    If only the future was clear

    But my dear

    Even the past is not

    For our memories become more clouded every time we touch them

    The only true clear thing is right now

    Whatever right now is

    This strange constant moment between past and future

    This Time

    The undeniable ways we are caught between the gears of past and future

    Each grinds us together

    Into what we are for a moment

    But a moment

    Ah, yes, Chester

    A precious moment

    His music came into my head that time

    He’s with me in ways I cannot explain

    I’d rather he was still here

    We accept what we cannot change

    It is all these things in life that could change but don’t that madden me

    This madness

    Unknown, but to a few

    Oh if I had the power

    What I wouldn’t do to these people who are destroying this place

    My internal fires are unimportant

    Another day is gone

    And you are so much more than you ever let yourself believe

    And I am trapped in Time

    Killing time

    Aren’t we all

    But from the sounds of the enjoyment around me

    I’m the one trapped in it alone

    I’m alone

    This hand of mine that can’t make a move

    Gently I lay down to sleep

    And pray I’ll finally find the tomorrow when my solitude ends

    I wish this was a dream so I could take flight

    And go to where my heart is

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  • I missed my chance

    Tried to give myself a chance

    One chance

    Every regret trapped in a kaleidoscope

    The colours a remnant of a fire I don’t feed anymore

    That just burns beneath like a never dying ember

    Gaze upon it and it lights again

    There are one too many choices and they all lead to a failed ending

    Too many choices I have to make to accept less for more

    And besides the fire burns for one who never once set eyes upon it

    But I would give it to him now

    To keep warm with

    I would fight my way to him

    As my never dying light does for me

    In these strange ways that being ultimately rejected sent me back to the wildness within me

    The only one who can tell me

    I will never leave you

    That I would believe

    As he does

    In his uncanny ways

    Moments one would think of as strange ever happening

    In the happening

    If I could send it to him

    Give him a moment he can’t ignore

    That everything is okay

    Maybe

    I don’t know because I used my one chance

    She said that the chance would fly if you don’t take it

    If you hide your feelings

    When I see her on the floor with the music playing

    I see my loneliness in her

    That the child in me is as lonely as hers is

    These ideas

    The stories were fine when they were stories but I wear it on my skin

    Now, this loneliness doesn’t fade

    There’s no answer to this

    Just to be taken along for the silence of wondering

    I never knew my trajectory was further into the waves than ever

    Ever my heart pours into the net

    Never a fish

    Not a creature

    What could this loneliness catch?

    Someone is having happy birthday sung to them

    I used to feel embarrassed by that song because I was under everyone’s attention at once

    What is it like to hear others sing for you?

    Maybe it is very much like being in his light

    In but a moment

    How the moment stretches on

    I failed and can be of no help to him

    But I feel

    Just for a moment

    Like I am fine

    When the fire I have been feeding lights my eyes

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