show & tell, a thing. 1/1/2017

show & tell, a short thought. by joshua dow

Often times i make the attempt to involve you within my intellect. A large part of me has a desire for thought connectivity. I want to just open the valves and let everything out, let my thoughts run away with words. Discovering some new band, seeing some cool art, for some weird fucked up reason i think the other person might have an interest, and in return i only feel the disconnect that follows rejection. my biggest fear, rejection. something i never allow myself to deal with, rejection. i stumble around on a plane of endless, timeless, worthless information that my bones ache to share with someone. uncovering layers upon layers of topics that pique my own interest, unselfishly wanting to share every broad stroke with the broad that sits beside me. Though the attention span gets so bad sometimes that the focus is completely lost within minutes, or has just completely moved on to the next. just breathe, i think to myself. there’s always next time, i tell myself, wanting to make it all about this time. Considering myself an open mind, a kind soul, a loyal heart. Being told I am rude, mean, asshole’ish. In one ear and out the other, lucky to make it through the first ear. Face stuck in the fucking cell phone – I demand attention, because i’m a fucking genius, goddamnit. Pay attention to my ideas, my thoughts, my expressions. You might never witness something so genuine, so pure every again. Though i digress… My insides prune, my face wrinkles and my teeth slowly rot. Never could i share my feelings fast enough, for who knows when i’ll go. Never could i share my feelings period, really.

.jd

the new kale, a poem. 12/28/16

the new kale, a poem

you’d like to think

that her dreams

were very nice,

covertly plush.

soft, smooth edges spanning the length

inbetween the rounded corners

of a familiar shape.

plastic covers on the electrical sockets, too.

clear, flexible 3 prong insert

grossly overlooked and transparent

against a painters pallete

of the 2017 color trends.

last year: peach, pineapple

the year before that: kale

the use of food as names

run congruent with the soup du jour.

next years will be an off-white,

we call it cauliflower.

cauliflower is the new kale.

and i will take neither in the form of soup.

plastic pillow covers creek though-

and clash. and the zipper breaks

primrose yellow pillow is practically

bursting out at the seam

giving it some attitude,

some passion,

‘rough around the edges’

a much unseen disheveled display,

even for a seat cushion.

the dazzling blue,

blurring into the primrose yella pilla,

all mixed in front of that cadillac white

they brood the hazy purple

that has been named,

radiant orchid

Please note that:

your dreams show no evidence

that the color ‘radiant orchid’,

had made its way in

to that place i found in your dreams

when you were surfing your brain waves

and i was surfing your couch

.jd

Motorcat, a short. 10.3.16

Motorcat, a story by yosh dow

Where is the cat and who made the last unusual noise.

There are times I am just not sure. There isn’t a big desire to speak about in first person. I am staring away from the computer screen as I type this. The cat eating my leg brace laying on the floor full on attack mode. The paranoia has gotten me right now .

For how long though?

There is or there is not a correlation between feelings and events. Do physics prove the laws of attraction. Is this kitten attracted to the couch. It keeps trying to scale the thing, sort of dance around the corner like a boxer. The black cat just jumped 5 feet in the air, okay 4 feet in the air straight up because the kitten came at it, full lunge. Theo jumps to a roll and places the entire tip of my suede wallabees in his mouth. Brown earthy looking Clark Wallabees, flat top\e front. Theo feasts upon it and my brace, back and forth between the two, The little mini (right now_ feline is going banana’s , so lively. Such spunk. Theo is not a cranked enough name for this powerhouse. He’s on it. Motokitty. MotoRkitty. Lemmy. Or Bonzo. But she suggested Lemmy, after his name was decided on Theo in an unspoken but certain agreement, (I presume).

UGH, a poem. 12.2.16

UGH a poem by yosh dow

when upset with you,

i go into the contacts on my cellular

and edit your name,

from a sweet nom de plume,

back to your government alias.

rarely though,

does it stay that way.

.jd