Brainiac

My Past. Honestly, being the grade brainiac for

4 years is and is not fun. The good part is that

the work is really easy but when you end up sitting

there for 48 hours listening to babble about the

circulatory system is not fun. Things are

especially boring when you have to do these

worksheets that literally take up %25 of your

day. They might be boring to some people,

but they are super boring to me 'cause I still

waste %15 of my day for a stupid worksheet that

doesn't even matter that much. My past may

seem fun but it sometimes it isn't. My past.

Boredom

Boredom plays golf
in the Bahamas.
He hates golf
He would rather be
sleeping in the hotel
Room. But his evil
wife pleasure made
him get his big fat
fanny of his chair
and go play golf.
He's positive she's
trying to get a massage
while he's playing golf

The Sounds I Love

The sounds I love. The crack of a baseball bat hitting the ball. A lion's roar. The rustle of bushes as you just walked by them. Silence. The clash of a chain-link fence. The boom of thunder. My dog's grunt. The thump, thump, thump, of my dogs tail. The snap of a rubber band. The sounds I love.

Our Thoughts

Those stories slicing through brittle ribs in alphabetical order. Dreams flying in the yellow land, pressed together. Skeletons driving garbage trucks full of our memories past jugglers and clenched fists. I woke up talking backwards this morning. The roots too big to carry. Music evaporating in my head. These open fields are crashing every day.