My First House

Has crooked slanted floors
As a measure against drunkenness.
Has the world’s smallest shower
So that it is not a mystery how I bumped my head on the soap stand and am found naked and dead by my roommates.
Has a deck with a maximum occupancy sign of 7 persons despite its magnificent proportions
So that I may never throw a raging party.
Has an inferno beneath my room
So that I must sleep with a fan blowing on me,
So that I may be paranoid that it’s constant hum is damaging my hearing,
So that I dream of going deaf.
My first house
Has no redeeming qualities
So that I may be reminded of my old, fat, lazy, and arthritic dog.
Whom I love regardless.

Re-upping the commitment to excelence

I am going to be a better student from this point onward. I don't have skiing to worry about for the rest of the year, so I can finally buckle down and get some stuff done.

Bowl Of Oranges

My friend is feeling down so I sat up and watched the oscars with her. I can find a bright eyes song for pretty much any situation so I chose Bowl of Oranges. this was the first bright eyes song I ever heard, I think. here are the lyrics:

The rain, it started tapping
on the window near my bed.
there was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it.
And to my surprise my eyes were wide
and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser
where those nightmares had just been.

So I dressed myself and left them,
out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different
and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings,
even my own body.
And each person I encountered,
I couldn't wait to meet.

and I came upon a doctor
who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "there is nothing that I can do for you that you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand.
I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No In fact, I'm sure.
Thank you stranger,
for your therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson
that everyone's alone.
And your eyes must do some raining
if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help
and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem,
an honest verse of longing
or a simple song of hope.

That's why I'm singing... Baby don't worry
cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass
and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem
we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder,
our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe
at our still lives posed
like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told
by the fault lines
and the soil.