preferences in the morning

my favorite breakfast is cigarettes and coffee, maybe a little wine
my favorite time to write is then, when the sun peaks it's radiative head out and makes the screen on my laptop dark
i don't know the physics behind it, but it's fucking cool
the best movie ever made was The Princess Bride
the best writer is Vonnegut- he beats Shakespeare in my mind

my favorite emotion is empathy
and money's only good if you're giving it away
i'm happiest when I'm in the forest
Home's only good if that's where your heart stays

i prefer my religious affiliations remain open
so i don't get stuck dating the same old god every night of the week
but i do pray to one god- the god of the everliving trees
they always bless me with whatever energy i might be lacking that particular day
they're nice like that

my favorite day of the week is whatever one i'm currently standing on
and sharks are my favorite species
my preference forces me to lean towards the color of green
and pickles are my favorite taste
(every culinary creation i come up with tries to hit the same satisfactory sensors that i'm rewarded with as the mighty pickled cucumber)
mustard's pretty damned good, too

i can't pick my favorite person, but i'd rather keep it that way. they're all so damned important, i suppose that way they'll stay.
in an unorganized list of personalities and faces, asterisked with different impacts they've had
experiences we had, and all of the sappy-happy stuff in between

i'm unplugging myself from the computerbox now, 'cause my coffee and stogey are dead.
i'll probably try to breathe new life into those ideas again in an hour.
light up some smoke and drink a cuppa' joe, thinkin' bout the shit that i like.
bests the alternatives. yeah?

I'll Leave them Blank if I Please

today's the day i use capitol letters
and quit smoking and drinking
'cause money's tight and everything in between tastes the same
today's the day i find something to say
and forget rhyming schemes 'cause they don't mean a goddamn thing
today i quit swearing and blaspheming
and learn how to play the capitalists game

i'm gonna' learn how to write poetry right
and quit redundant phrasing

stop pretending like juxtapositions are clever
give a break to my broken liver
and trade nine dollar words for thrift shop verses
and stop searching for the perfect things to type

gonna' cease staring at blank pages as if they're full of potential
and leave them blank just in case
i'll find something funny to put in their place

exchange hope for truth and understand despondence isn't relatable
that giving up hope is hardly commendable
that anyone can hate their state of mind
but finally learn that only a few people can live in their skull
without trying to break it open
and spill its contents on the world's floor

give me more, give me less
a penny or a shot glass
embrace the similarities therein
cheap chemical thought isn't glamorous
whiskey romance isn't amorous
and drinking isn't really a sin

but today's the day i use capitol letters
and use punctuation the way the ancients intended
today's the day i find something worth saying
and stop praying for my life to be mended

i'll quit using rhyming schemes to tell these pages what i mean
and leave them blank if i please