April 13, 2009

The Day Goes Out

There are no time machines
Only repetitive manual labor to propel you forward.

Natalie Portman says she wants to drink and fight.
Natalie Portman says she wants to fuck all night.

Whoah whoah, whoah whoah!
Natalie needs to get a hold of herself.

I’m guessing that this is what you’ve got.
I’m guessing you managed to want in one hand.

From trucks to elephants to explosives, a ton is seldom one ton,
But, I heard on the news that it was still five times enough.

Our heroine, with her sequins and squandered moments,
Is doomed to fight the same battle until she burns the bleeding stumps

Or decides on the second path of less predictable non-violence
And commits to animal husbandry over and over.

Every crimson battle uncomfortably closer to the city’s Last Innocent
And nobody’s noticing.

I guess the April one-a-days are more like the April a-few-a-weeks, and that's ok with me.

Emily brought that cake for Justin's birthday. It made me very happy and was yummy, too. Just like the party. Here's a bunch'a photos from Emily herself that you may or may not be able to see, I'm not up on the permissions.