The Fun is Catchin'

It's kind of a running gag,
like how Kenny always dies
in some sort of
horrible construction paper disaster,
the silly thing that keeps happening
for no apparent reason.

Or some vastly complicated Rube Goldberg machine
but more like Mouse Trap
in that
this farcical, brightly colored atrocity
means nothing in the end.
(no one ever cared about actually catching the mice)
(though I suppose it's never about the end is it?
always about the journey
through the marble maze
and launching the green plastic man into the tub)

This infinite mobius strip
of one-sided affection
This Nascar race of gauche turns
Is circling the drain
and I'm pooped.

I'm tired of this game
I'm the fat kid playing tag,
chasing and chasing
the ones that got away.

I just don't want to get picked last, y'know?

The Worst Year of My Life

It's kind of funny
how life flows and folds,
one day one might find
someone that you would call a brother
transform into some arch nemesis;
the Lex Luthor to your Clark Kent.

It's odd trying to track
through paths of muddy memories,
the ways and means we took
to get to where we are.

This road to now
is littered with broken branches,
limbs that have fallen off
our family tree.

We try our best to reattach them,
stick them in a bag of ice,
stitch them to our sides.
Sometimes they fit again,
still perfect puzzle pieces,

But mostly
they atrophy,
and are too far changed.
Triangular shapes
shoved into square spaces.

And how should we feel when the pieces don't fit?
Is it odd that I feel so content?

Maybe they were a cancerous tumor
and not a benign cyst
and maybe they needed to go
so that we could function.

Maybe they were just an appendix,
an unneeded organ,
something only good for exploding,

Something that was better off
being ripped away from the rest of your guts.

Terrible, Terrible Love Song

Every time I touch you or whatever
It makes me want to love you or something
It fills me full of feelings and stuff
Every time I'm in your vicinity it makes me feel kinda nice
Kinda warm like a warmish feeling
Yea you know.

'cause love is like awesome
and awesome's the best
and the best stuff's way better
whenever you're here
and choosy moms would choose you
if you were peanut butter
and peanut butter's rad
just like you

you make me lol
when we're talking on aim
and every time you text me
it makes me colon closed parenthesis
and when you poke me on facebook
it makes me feel pretty good