I've Yet to Catch the Title Words...

Stroke. Dot. Pause. Think. Stare. Off. Into space. Words float through the air & they all hover & wait for the ones they want to appear. When they catch sight of them, they glide towards them with their large butterfly nets & scoop them up. Some only grab at the words nearest to them, but others spend hours soaring after the perfect turn of phrase. There's a black-drop, star-soaked sky, projecting home movies from their pasts for inspiration all around. So as you see a mother get smacked or a puppy run over, words float in front. Perhaps, "tragic," perhaps, "traumatizing," perhaps, "funny," because imagination can be an uncaring bitch sometimes too. & The writers are there, picking & choosing their words as they are splattered in front of their lives, carrying them along over their shoulders until they feel they've collected enough & they settle back into their seats & begin everything again. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Dot. Dot. Stroke. Pause. Think. Stare...

I am...

"...because the only ones for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing..." - Jack Kerouac

I am empty fields of grass & abandoned parking lots. I am full moon drum circles & lying in my driveway watching the stars. I am playing the cloud game in the middle of the afternoon. I am people watching & thinking too much. I am raw cookie dough & black zebra pens. I am dry lightening storms at two am. I am phone calls that last all night & arguing for fun. I am checkerboards & swirly things floating on notebook paper. I am holding hands & hugs for no reason that last for days. I am great movie quotes & amazing song lyrics that define your life. I am black & white photography & VW buses. I am abandonment issues & insecurity. I am the awesomeness of the first time you win something out of a claw machine after wasting eight bucks. I am the ocean as a storm rolls in & the taste of salt on skin. I am surprise cheek kisses that keep you grinning for a week. I am tousled hair & wrinkled shirts. I am playing catch at midnight in the middle of the street. I am old-fashioned lampposts & the sound of reflectors when you run them over. I am ridiculous short films & watching cars fly past on the highway. I am sitting in a broken down car for hours with nothing to do but talk. I am fear & rejection & sarcasm. I am a car full of people singing at the top of their lungs with no musical accompaniment. I am empty new notebooks & secret languages. I am impromptu kickball games & inside jokes. I am playing kick the can when you’re trapped at the drive-in cause the car won’t start. I am late night conversations on the backs of cars & comedic rants about nothing at all. I am open mic nights & bad karaoke. I am bopping people with twizzlers at the movies & forcing people to eat candy corn pumpkins. I am trivia games & wandering through museums. I am chain smoking & chugging Mountain Dews. I am late night text messages for no reason whatsoever. I am midnight “Happy Birthday”s & fake pouts with puppy dog eyes to get what you want out of someone. I am bad dancing & watermelon Jack Daniels. I am Care Bears piggy banks with only one eye. I am picture collages & door murals. I am temporary tattoos made permanent on dressers. I am 80’s anything & Led Zeppelin sweaters. I am Dave Matthews Band & playing hacky sack in the middle of the mall. I am thrift stores & school day picnics. I am the beach before sunrise & cold nights during summer. I am dancing in the rain & imitating bad kung fu movies. I am sweaty palms & awkward first kisses. I am hand written letters from friends you see everyday. I am staying up all night to finish a book you just can’t put down. I am motorcycle jackets & marker boards with messages of love. I am bathroom comic strips & movie marathons. I am arguments over artistic interpretations & tattoos with actual meaning. I am bad bowling & luck driven pool shots. I am high top converse & rolled up jeans. I am rhetorical questions answered with smart-ass remarks. I am the song you’ve been dying to hear coming on the radio out of nowhere. I am sleepless nights & walking down the center of the road with cars coming towards me because I need to feel invincible. I am longing looks & empty experiences. I am dancing like an idiot in the front row of a show with all your friends. I am walking around aimlessly downtown & conversations on dockside benches with your best friend. I am singing fountains & Wal-Mart at three am. I am performing musicals in the middle of Denny’s with everyone staring at you. I am awesome belt buckles & old time hats. I am trivia parties & geeky conversations. I am handmade custom bead bracelets from friends. I am tickle fights & carpet wrestling. I am math jokes & comparing people to letters of the alphabet. I am competitions over who can come up with the most obscure pop-culture reference. I am poems about other poems & dancing on rooftops. I am fragment & run-on sentences with all the wrong punctuation. I am spending the night in a costume shop with your best friend rearranging the whole place. I am home videos filled with incredible randomness & renaissance festivals. I am too much coffee & rolling down hills. I am hanging out on golf courses & sharing cloves with friends. I am driving aimlessly around the city with your friends cause none of you want to go home.