(six words #21 #22) the thing about imitating and plagiarism and copying and originality…

the thing about imitating and plagiarism and copying and originality… sometimes people come up with an idea and a thought and a phrase and a song… …Well, let’s face it… nothing is original. Even if you think you came up with that catchy phrase, or that awesome design, it’s been said and done before. maybe it hasn’t been posted or tweeted or hashtagged…but, some time, before all this, it was said in a loud conversation (or an intimate one) or written in a letter…or placed on a can or a bottle as…

(six word story #20) rusted dreams

  i always daydream in pure gold.   when i was in junior high at (King Jr High on fountain ave), my teacher told me to remember the element code for gold(AU) as Aye yoU, gimme back my gold! for Sodium(NA), Do you want a little more salt on that? NAh! and for Iron(FE) have faith in Iron(Wo)man, FEmale, fe faith… and rust (which is compound) is ugly. feo is spanish for ugly… so Fe2O3 ..that’s all i remember. BUT rust…well the color is pretty and not feo. and adverbs and verbs are…

the tactile words in the elevator (video) 11

(blank*) tears** you apart*** because it’s real even when, sadly, it’s too short   pulls** lifts** high*** love* life* elevators*   raspy parched smooth polished translucent oaky     tears and pulls in the elevator.   a  raspy voice says, going up.   next time, we take the stairs.   (shoes and faces. and scents and smiles. because dozens of words are visible from one floor to the next. in the elevator. in my head. )  

(six word story plus sixMORE #10) lasting love, fire alarms and boredom.

Open the curtains. It’s winter, again. Let light in. I loathe darkness. The problem is, I can’t focus. The next adventure isn’t soon enough. It’s your problem if you’re worried. your sad eyes are getting heavier. oh, it’s more exciting this way. Short attention span is too familiar. what’s poignant? what did i say? You will talk. I’ll look away. Keep your secrets. I wasn’t listening. i don’t listen to my thoughts. And i’m bored. why aren’t you? the tree caught fire. remember? We hiked up, 20 adventurous miles. We can do it again, tomorrow. Today, you…

(six word story #7) dark and dreary and hopelessly cheery.

i hate you. damn, i hate you. but , fuck, you’re handsome in those pants and in that shirt and… …well… i raise my glass to you and your , ahem, love, because,  well… there are trophies and then there are rewards. and then… there are the simple high fives… and i high five you, ahem, and your love. now, get the hell away from me (and my drink)… /insanity of love and other poets       (hee. just kidding. i like you. i even brought her flowers.)