Dogism

Rude Boy says so much cool shit and so much bullshit, that sometimes it's hard to decipher between the two. Oh, and he's a clever one with all his ism's and quips but now, right now the snarkiness in his tone was quickly modified into sullen seriousness.

"I've given up on trying to win her back." He said, throwing down the PlayStation controller.

"What?" I was only halfway listening. He was distracted, so I used this moment to put his Soul Calibur character into a head-lock position.

This was about seven months after his split from Renee Mallory, "the one," and the realization that he couldn't charm her back into his life had just sunk in. Frankly, every one to him was "the one," until he got bored with them. In my opinion, his efforts were intensified with Renee because she was smart and she bailed on him before he could say they were done.

"I'm winning." I stated, as his character's health bar reached it's end.

"I don't care. I'm talking about Renee," he explained, "I've given up on trying to date her again."

"Oh?"

"My new plan is to ruin her life."

"That's your new pan? Revenge?" I said, finally pausing the game and turning my gaze away from the TV screen.

"Yes."

"You've put in over a half of a year worth of effort, trying to get her back and now you're just giving up?"

"It's not giving up, it's simply revising my plan. I can't win with her. We were kinda' hooking up even though she dropped me and believe me, I was cool with that set up, but now all of a sudden she has an issue with that. She's not really returning my phone calls. She doesn't want anything to do with me."

"It sounds like she found someone else." I could tell that he didn't want to hear that, but I continued talking as I took the game from its unpaused state. "So, instead of finding a new girl and moving on, like you should do, you'd rather waste more time with Renee just so you could try to make her feel bad?"

"Yes. Dogism." He picked his controller back up and re-affixed his attention onto his flailing computerized ninja.

"Dogism? I'm not familiar with this one, please explain."

"If you can't eat it or fuck it . . . piss all over it. That's Dogism."

Honeycombs and Caffeine

I'm an early morning Cereal killer
I find honeycombs to be the best stomach filler
a cup of coffee, is my sobering healer
and the Mercury funnies are a line for line thriller

The city streets are humming a low Sunday tune
and the Bay Area fog rolls in, even though it's June
I'm just waking up and it's well past noon
slowly joining in on the sultry city croon

Side corner coffee shop is calling my name
getting through traffic is a dangerous frogger game
I come here every day and my order's always the same
"Large quad shot eye opener," the others are too tame

Emo kid behind the counter, too depressed to give a smile
discontented youth, he says joy is overrated and vile
I have nothing to say to him proving life's worthwhile
so I compliment is hairdo and his dark eyeliner style

he says,"It's unfriendly here where people are so busy.
The taller the buildings the more lonely the city
but in the solitude, sadness can become pretty.
I'd rather step back and observe life intently."

I nod keeping my sunny disposition at bay
as I sip my hot cup of caffeine and scurry on my way
onto sunnier people, with much less to say
besides, my belly's way too full and it's been a good day.