I saw a social media post and I laughed and laughed. It made me think about a quote Jason Garner got from his wife (I think): “We are forever trying to teach the lessons we need to learn ourselves.” The post was trying to highlight the authenticity of a certain artist as the genuine article, a real McCoy type. In the same breath it was casting shade on the local musicians in the area as hacks and posers. If you could see the aesthetic or brand this individual puts out into the world you’d have to laugh at the irony. What could have been acknowledged is that any town in the world has roughly the same percentage of people that don’t do things for the love of the game but for attention.
Haiku Nook
Keep playing music
There is no ground to stand on
This allows for waves
What is emptiness?
A hungry stomach, the wind?
Natural-grade peace
What song is needed?
Touch the core of who you are
Stripped away, just heart
Hard without coffee
Marrow of the earth in cup
Electricity
See impermanence
No ground to stand on, so breathe
Beauty of movement
Sounds interesting
Keep silent and listen ear
What is happening
A pen in hand
Drawing a line in the sand
Ocean waves erased
Forgot where I live
Fear struck me but then I saw
Flag stickers and shirts
The Future of Fast Food
If capitalism is going to continue, not only are we going to have things in society like jury duty, we’re going to have things like Burger King duty. Because nobody wants to work at Burger King but people still would eat at Burger Kind and often try to.
Here's an idea
Convince Edward Jones and Charles Schwab to turn their physical locations into homeless shelters/food banks.
Little Poem
Waiting at the corporate coffee chain
But really I can’t complain
Make a living going door to door
Food and coffee needs galore
Sometimes I wonder if they need me to say
The bag I carry should give it away
Poems while I wait
Hope the delivery isn’t late
I think they know
The boat I must row
More lines of epic prose
While I smell the coffee rose
Well oiled late stage capitalism is creepy
It’s why my eyes are so sleepy
Inside the machine once more
It’s not the worst chore
Longtime running and fixing kinks
They’ve never ran with sausage links