Q & A Tag: Come Chat With Me

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I have been tagged for a Q & A by Cosmic Observation;  I haven’t done anything like this in a while, so why the fresh hell not? This one is nice and open ended and doesn’t have any sneaky ulterior motives, as so many chain posts do.

 

The Rules

♦ Answer the questions you receive (straight, funny, absurd…up to you)
♦ Create three questions of your own (for those you tag)
♦ Tag three people

 

The Questions

 

[1] If you were a Marvel Superhero, what would be your super-power?

It has to be Marvel? Gosh, for someone who claims to love comics, I really don’t know my superheroes very well… so I’ll make one up.

I would have the powers of David Bowie: to do weird, embarrassing shit and somehow be cool anyway, thus confusing my enemies. Maybe I already have this power… well, as long as I think I have this power, I’ll be alright.

In that case, I want the power of invisibility. I would use this power for eavesdropping, avoiding panhandlers, and sneaking bites of peoples’ lunch. My poofy mane of shocking red hair hinders me from developing this ability in real life.

 
[2] If you could go back to high school, what is one thing you would change?

High school was fun! Well, what little experience I had of it was fun. I left early to attend community college.

I’m not big on regrets. Without the mistakes I made then I wouldn’t have the values I have today. That being said, if I could somehow infuse my younger self with my current values, I’d tell her to not be so big on regrets. I’d also tell her to keep up on her drawing instead of ABANDONING IT FOR TEN YEARS and forcing me to start from 8th grade level skills. That would probably just make her feel guilty, though… haha

 
[3] If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

I don’t really want to move. Everyone I know and love is here.

But I would like to spend six months in Japan to learn the language and eat ramen and make some Japanese friends, and maybe a year in the south of France, just for eating. I won’t learn their language though, I’ll just scream English stubbornly at them, because they enjoy that in France.

Pretty much anywhere, if you said, wanna live here for six months to eat their food and learn their language? I’d say Yes, regardless of where it is. If you say, wanna live here forever? Hell no. I need my tribe.

 

My Three Questions

 

1.  What was your worst public experience? Alternatively, what is your worst imaginable public experience?

2. If you were made the dictator of your country, what would you try to change first, and how?

3. What kind of monster is hiding under your bed?

 

My Tags

 

Wayward Sparkles

Jo Fox – Adventures in Art

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The boy with one eye

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I met a boy who’d been in a car accident

Part of his face was missing

He had one good eye.

This eye was pure warm brown

Startling perfection

Set in a warped visage.

He worked with animals.

He remembered me when I came into the shop.

A sweet kid.

Knocked around by life

His damage exposed to any cruel scrutiny.

But if he didn’t have those scars

I never would have remembered

That perfect, bottomless shade of chestnut

All his clear bright youth

Welling from within.

Whereas others diffuse their energy

Softly illuminating their many beauties

His beauty was focused, a point of hard light

Shining against a grim backdrop of battered sadness

In stunning contrast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mechanics love their machines

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Mechanics love their machines.

Repairing the damaged

Listening

Cleaning the trodden

Protecting the worn

They find a quiet, amniotic space within the cab

Underneath a machine, they are invisible

Inside a machine, they are invincible.

 

Machines love their mechanics.

Repairing the damaged

Listening

Cleaning the trodden

Protecting the worn

They take shelter within their garages, homes, boxes

In the mechanic’s hands they hum,

Well oiled, contented.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bits and Pieces 2

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Below the blathering is another collection of little poems which didn’t make the cut as standalones, but which I liked too much to delete entirely.

I haven’t been the most reliable at posting this week! Without work as an anchor, my whole routine is thrown. I’m probably going to be sporadic for the rest of the month until all my vacation time is spent. I am doing my best to learn how to be reliable even when not working. So far this week I’m doing better than I did over my last vacation, when I just gave up on posting entirely. I consider this week’s three posts to be progress!

 

 

I wish

I wish

I wish I knew

What it is the good girls do.

 

 

 

I may not be much
But whatever I have
I have a lot of.

 

 

 

To find happiness

To find creativity

To fulfill my purpose

To work towards a goal

To improve

To relax

To be still

To accept

To deny

To take

To give

To have time for everyone

To use time efficiently

To be human

Push and pull

To be two

 

 

 

Hellscape

I’m just not feeling very dark today.

I hear a cricket

I see the pond at night

I feel the cool autumn air

I can breathe.

 

 

 

I want a lit cigarette

To take a drag

In drag

To bat my long false eyelashes

At some poor stud

And confuse the hell out of him

Until he doesn’t know

Which way his dick should be pointing.

 

 

 

I like the look of death

I want to lick death’s cheek.

But I’d miss

Because he has no cheeks.

 

 

 

Marble veined skin

Veins of marble

Skin of veins

Don’t kiss me

You

Are

Disgusting.

 

 

 

 

I am a planet

I drift

I follow the pull of gravity

I watch the worlds dance

I watch myself dance with them

Somehow we always miss each other

We never collide

Neither do we touch

 

 

 

My nose is clogged, my tonsils swole, and then

You tell me I should get back up again

I want to rest, my bed is safe and warm

But no one has the patience for my smarm

Get back to work, get up, get out, go on!

I hear you and I wish you weren’t born.

 

 

 

My only regret is,

If I take care of my health,

I may never have a prosthetic

With which to scare small children.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feeling Large and Heavy

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I got to play on an obstacle course

I didn’t have courage for half of the things

And wasn’t physically capable of the other half

I felt very large and heavy

I think if there’d been more adults on it

I wouldn’t have felt so silly

And maybe would have tried harder

 

I urged my sister

“Climb the 10 foot warped wall, for women everywhere!”

She looked at me funny.

Wondering if I’d said something sexist,

I revised my statement

“I mean… just for me, right here.”

I wanted her to do it

(I’m certain she could)

Because I was incapable

And I’ve spent my life feeling athletic

Vicariously through her.

 

Feeling large

And barge-y

Stomping around on my giant feet

I have grace

For one my weight

But no one else here is like me

The kids are swift, slender elves

My sister is strong and light

She is bamboo

She is tendons veins gristle

She is elegant cheekbones and arched brows

And blessed melanin, actual eyelashes, tanning skin

She slips through anything

She climbs like a rat

She swings like a monkey

 

Here I sit, here I sit

Pores full of shit

Not fit

 

Just the same I tried to flip

And hit the trampoline

Like a thrown elephant.

WHAM!

A man quickly approaches me

“You did sign the waiver, right?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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