Thank You.

Joe Shmo,

Just wanted to say thanks for all you do. I know that sometimes you feel like the Titantic’s sinkin’ but just know that we’re all here for you & not goin’ nowhere for a while.

How’s Susie doin’? Heard she’s been pretty busy with that new Asian you guys got at home. Ain’t she a pretty thing! Takes after her brother, I guess.

Eat some turkey for me tomorrow; just don’t go into a food coma because I don’t wanna be the one to wake ya up! Kiss your worries bye at least tomorrow & you can find them again next week if ya want.

-your Copper

angel fire

the way you move, so swiftly against the weight of the world.

the way you speak, with intelligence full of wonder.

the way you write, a dark sensation herded against the warlike.

the way you dream, struck in terror by thoughts of the wakeless.

the way you look, as if you’re walking on air.

the way you think, never falling short of being warmhearted.

call those wacka wacka; even they can’t stop me from being engulfed by your angel fire.

Unbroken Conversations

Those wacka wacka came calling again,

and this time brought some real logic.

Getting to talk with a brilliant mind inspires;

something about the creativity brought up within.

Raised from the soil like a baby calf is raised from

its mother, creativity at its finest.

Missing the days when the gears to my mind turned 

so sharply won’t help, but discussing will.

And expecting something grand to come out of this 

isn’t any sort of disbelief.

When the time comes we’ll all see together-

until then I’m left waiting with questions brewing.

Dalai, is that you?

found the organist strung out

it’s a long life, if you really think about it

& when we started the group we all loved VBS &

ate animal crackers for lunch.

but then things got weird with the headliner

& the sax player freaked when he made us all play

random pitches on each other.

things were gettin’ stranger with him everyday

while the sluggish beater was becoming detached

& the sax player had enough.

headliner couldn’t put down his happiness & even in

his sleep was brainstorming some crazy sh-t about
breathing & yoga with vegans.

everybody was all weirded out & left except that 

sluggish beater & his pet the slippery finger man 

who secretly loved the headliner.

The beater beat too hard & left angry/bitter while 

the slippery finger man grew apart from the ol’ 

headliner & the whole thing ended.

26 Hours 'Til Sunrise

Brianna,

Got the wacka wacka calling again. They’ve been tryin’ to get ahold of me since june the first. Seems like everything is spinning a million times a minute but me.

I know that being sick aint no excuse, but I think I’m comin’ down with that thing again & 7 wont be the magic number this time!

23 down, 580 more to go, alongside your aunt susan petting your english paper and leashing the online exercise program. She thinks you cant gain weight these days.

I don’t even get all this nonsense. It’s like this: blah. Gotta sleep now, it’s 11:02 and we got 26 hours ‘til sunrise.

nite,

your silhouette 

Alphonso

so bright and gleaming;
with your brilliant hues of red and blue.
your figure swiftly streaming,
throughout the earth you breeze through.
light up the night with your shadows of grey;
the sleeping master to patrol.
others intrude and you flare open wide,
a sight that thrills my soul.

SNAKE HEAD ESCAPE

go to kelley's island.
find a snake.
rob a row boat.
snakes love where light is little.
then blow up a boat.
dont forget your SNORKEL!
dive to depths with your snake bud.
CANADA- land of Pudding Beard.

-rafter

where stalin meets sam

too close to call

but not close enough to gain Minnesota

yet, too close to call

its sickening ya know- because we need

this crazy scoundrel to ride a pony elsewhere

so sickening, that we don't want him

it comes with weak candidates

strong, but not strong enough

those weaklings, the thought!

too close to call

but we know who will finish first

its about time to call

Stalin, be gracious.