Themes of importance

So, since I changed the name of my blog, this might have messed up the (few) people who were following me. Not sure? Anyway, I changed it on FB, so it should be importing properly now. And then all you people should follow me, rather than just reading it in your newsfeed. Why? So I can become rich, obviously.

I wanted to find a video of Ryan Adams singing "Tennessee Sucks (in the summer)" to post here, but apparently it's not a popular enough song. But c'mon, my Tennessean peeps, do you feel me on this one? I hate when it's too hot to be outside.

Also, I'm so mad at my yard. It's full of chiggers. I have - not even joking - over 20 bites all over me at this point. We tried an all-natural repellent in the yard, but I guess it didn't work. Need to do some more research, because I hate that I'd have to put poison in my yard in order to be able to be outside without getting bitten. Any suggestions?

I've got a hankering for writing again now thanks in part to Ashley's post about how hard it is. But I have a sort-of idea for some poetry inspiration, so maybe I'll work on that, and post something here if it turns out decent. You know, in all of my spare time. Gugugugoo!

Meanwhile, here's the last good one I wrote, and the last bad one. I'll let you decide which is which. No titles.

Sept. 21

At the door, a man stood.

Backwards twisting words of his.

Dark hole of a mouth shaping forms.

Rolling, foggy sounds escaping.

Covered by my hands, my ears.

Muffled.

On the table, fists pounded

            firecrackers

into the night spewing.

Colors, shapes, and blocks.

Verbally sentences diagrammed.

Trees of sentences.

Prepositions of.

Quickly adverbs.

            Dark, beautiful adjectives

through my fingers squeezing

            my ears into.

Nov. 30

And I hear the “ding” that is you

playing Mario

while I lie in bed under a pillow

and I get mad

and I want to crush all your Oreos.