like a punch to the gut...

sometimes you watch something that hits so damn close to home that it's simply unsettling to the point that you are rendered helpless. i watched I Am Evidence last night. it is an incredibly difficult documentary to watch, especially if you are a victim of sexual abuse, or know victims of it. to see all those damn rape kits that went untested for years and years was disheartening. and i know i have friends that have been raped who had the same shit happen to them. as a man, as a human and as an American, this is a fucking disgusting indictment on this society. i urge everyone to watch this and tell someone else about it and make them watch it.

here is your poetry for this day of National Poetry Month:

The Voice last night was really good. from first listen, it's going to be a battle between team Blake and team Alicia. those teams have way more talent than the other two.

Fuck, That's Delicious was hilarious last night.

the New York Yankees scored early and often last night to beat the Marlins 12-1. they play again this evening.

Monday Night Raw was really good last night. i really like the way they are going with the Superstar Shakeup. it should be interesting to see who goes to Smackdown tonight.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, The Voice, The Chris Gethard Show, Deadliest Catch and The Jim Jefferies Show. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

i am bringing my little notebook with me today for mom's physical therapy appointment. i'd love to bang out a good number of poems today.

i guess it's supposed to start warming up for the next few days. of course, i won't be surprised if there's more cold weather by the end of the week. this is a miserable fucking cycle.

that's all for me kids.

una mujer es lo más cercano que encontrarás a Dios

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Alabama Shakes - This Feeling
Valerie June - Somebody To Love
Etta James - I'd Rather Go Blind
Mary Gauthier - Snakebit

"I think good art happens on that edge between comfortable and in a lot of pain, you know what I mean?" - Liz Phair

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sure, when i think mid-April, i was always think of snow...

when it started snowing this afternoon, i basically threw hands up in the air and just said fuck it. i knew i was going to have to go drive in it to pick up some prescriptions. oh fucking joy.

we're under a damn freeze watch or warning or some shit until tomorrow night. i figure at this rate, summer will start sometime in August. who am i kidding, it's Ohio. it will probably be back to 70 by next week. this state is really fucking good at keeping everyone sick.

here is your poetry for this day of National Poetry Month:

i did write 7 poems yesterday. i typed them up and really like them. i think i might send out a few poems next week.

the New York Yankees had both games of their doubleheader rained out yesterday. those games will be made up in June (hopefully). the Yankees start a series at home tonight against the Marlins.

Drop the Mic was pretty fucking funny last night.

the season finale of Here and Now was pretty crazy last night. the way the episode ended, i do hope there is a season 2.

Silicon Valley was funny last night.

Barry was really good last night.

Last Week Tonight was fucking hilarious.

Homeland was excellent last night.

Billions was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, I Am Evidence, Monday Night Raw, The Voice and Fuck, That's Delicious.

i think i waited longer in line to get the prescriptions today than it took me to drive to the grocery store and back. that gives way too much time to think and people watch and come up with some pretty weird shit in my head. but, that should shed a little light how the poems get made. you're welcome.

hopefully it will be warmer when i have to drive mom to physical therapy tomorrow.

i'm going to try to get the blog done early tomorrow. i know mom will probably want to go out to eat after her appointment.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

gracias por las amables palabras Pauline

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Pretty Lights - Hot Like Sauce / Only Yesterday
Masayoshi Iimori - Break It EP
Bassnectar & The Glitch Mob - Paracosm

"For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit." - Tracy K. Smith

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