A Shade of Humility Closer to Black Than Nearer to White

I am a building

and

I’m no architect.

When I start to

think

otherwise

I collapse from the

outside

into

the vulnerable inside.

No, I did not

 build myself

into a beautiful palace.

It took hours of

consultation

along with various mistakes.

 It took

studying other

buildings to understand.

It took a     

realization

that not all buildings

are built alike.

I am a building

and

I’m no architect.

Please, a round of applause

for the modest

individuals in charge.

Temporary Insanity (How long is temporary?)

“ The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them; that’s the essence of inhumanity.”

Goerge Bernard Shaw

I am thirteen,

and I fall

From youth.

I drink vodka

in the woods

I trash.

I pollute my

body pure,

with drugs.

To me, the woods

are struck dead

and gone.

I hate me and

you and them.

I’m done.

I abuse both

body and

forest.

Nothing matters.

I’m filled with

not caring.

I stay angry,

until the dawn

rouses me.

                                                                             Jessica Carnes

The Coffee Queen

     Rises above the mist caused by the breath of the mediocre.  She blesses the coffee crazed upper-class quickly and deftly.  As she swifly fills an order she parts with a morsel of edible information.  She thought well ahead when she decorated her shop, putting a couch, a chair (big), and a table for four in the back of her shop.  Not only is she a Coffee Queen, she also has a knack for conversation and if you catch her smiling, tell her so because it befuddles her.  Her heart shines like gold, she helps people in dire straights.  She also attracts characters. strange and triangular, into her shop.  The Coffee Queen keeps an open mind which is open for business 6 days a week.  Her small stature lends to her bold effect on the populas around her.  You may think she is thirty years of age, please don't rethink that. She carries a bit of cynicism around with her inside the pocket of her cute black apron.  It's funny and entertaining.  Lastly, ask to see the  Queen in her sock monkey hat.  That is an accurate reflection of her true character.  Here's to good coffee!!!

Crude Thoughtlessness

The more air I breathe

as I watch the tube

as I read Tolstoy

and

as I ponder Carroll’s carcass

the more bored I become

with the air as its forced

into my lungs.

I must wonder

where the boredom

began.

Days elapsed into years

and my brain’s synapses

lacked creative lubrication.

I have surmised

that the first gasp

of air I breathed

that’s when the boredom

started.

A Poem

    

Jacked up

Pacing

Cruel thoughts

Cutting

Dumb numb

Tears start

Purging

Sun glows

Swallowing

A sigh

Soul fire

Hatred

I burn

For

You.

BuuuuZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

     Recipe

20mg Ritalin taken orally
4 moderate cups of coffee at home
4 moderate cups of coffee  away from home
1 medium coffee w/1 shot of espresso

NO FOOD UNTIL 3PM

     This is a legal buzz to a gal who prefers all things down and about death.  By the middle of my day, my body buzzes to the high dangerously pitched tune of Ritalin.  Although my focus falls on random scenes of disinterest, encircling my focus is a neon water sound, persistent and very disagreeable. My skin vibrates and, my brain cells pulsate to the loud bass of the speakers turned up full blast in an extremely small area.  The skin on my head feels like cardboard at times, being folded inward.  Reading a good book, to a Ritalin lullaby, similar to a madwoman shaking one to death during a blood curdling scream, became impossible as my insides soaked in a Ritalin glaze.
     Is there any hope for your favorite hypersomniac?  Cause this recipe is killing me, landing me in the sack, by 3pm or 4pm.  However, if I dare not indulge in a Ritalin Recipe, my day will not progress, cause I will be soooo sleepy.  I will snore and snore my life away, and oh my god, I'll snooze through my final day.

Duped

                                                              One
                                                             day I
                                                           browsed
                                                        through a local
                                                    rag's classifieds jobs.
                                                 To my utter delight I saw
                                               "earn $1000 dollars a month
                                             from home." My honest nature did
                                          not detect a bogus offer.  I sent the $30
                                      in to the "main office"' to receive my beginner's
                                  package.  I looked for it in the mail with a naive glee
                               and it arrived seven days later.  I opened it, and read the
                            responsibilities of my new "job".  You motherfuckers suckered
                        me into thinking I might actually work for a living.  You're dogs that
                    should be put down for good.  I see you now, I know your trick.  Bite me.