First News From Home

Dear Blog,

Home again and still job searching. It's really annoying and I'm procrastinating an awful lot. Here's the only thing I've written, besides a poem for mom, since I've been home. I wish I knew who sent me that weird ass thing in CPO.

The Cucumber King Relates His Last Battle
By Benjamin Morgan

I'm like a man crawling out of the wreckage of a 1997 Toyota Corolla
That was painted lime green
On a whim in '03
I'm like a man chasing his money around after it's been all cut to shreds
There's a twenty
Yeah, there's a ten
I'm like a man slowly trying to reassemble legos at 4pm on a schoolground
People looking around
Say that's not allowed
And when my four year old son asks about what happened on November the fifth, two thousand and eight
I'll say it wasn't a product of hate
It was simply two people falling out of love with each other quickly and catastrophically
And when he understands
I'll know I raised an even-tempered man
I hope that he doesn't want to fight with me
Because I've got a weak chin you see
But if he steps up to deliver blows to my body
I'll say "Give it your best shot sonny."
Because I won't go down without a fight
That's what I told your mother that November night


Yours,
B Morgz

Sucka

Here's a link to the new novel I'm working on. I've gotten pretty far into it and I'm very proud of how it's turning out. Enjoy guys!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Summer Haikus

Dear Blog,

Here are some haikus I just kind of puked out about summertime. Maybe they are vague enough to sound good.

We are circles now
Pushing up against each other
Ah, Terrible pressure

Lemonade on lawns
People pushing past parts
Touch my summer soon

Hold to heartlessness
In June but not in August
Hold my thin blonde hair

Old watch ticks on me
On my shoulder gazes down
Picking off the flies

Hearts hurt hardly Hal
Don't take the sack race like that
What were you promised

Did I pack the bag
It is time to go on now
In our newly worn

Heavier than no
Drops hang in the taunting air
sick hollow sound

I hate the sun times
Thrive for nighttime blood ritual
Stale with tradition



Props to Ian on the first one, his circles discourse started me off.

Yours,
B Morgz

Finishing the Purple Notebook

Dear Blog,

Still working on the story, it's called "Other Important Things" I think. It's something Mellor said today that struck me. I just finished off a purple notebook that I have had for two semesters and two classes here. It has brought me some really good poetry and I commend it. Here's the last poem is was able to eek out:

A Writer Writes

I wrote a long, boring novel
that no one will read
about a parent's approval,
stagecoaches, and greed.
The protagonist jumped up
right out of the page
but had no timeless phrases
on his lips to say.
I've left it all stacked
on the top of my mantle
hoping to catch flame
from a curious candle.
I want everything burning
all through the night.
Then, I think, at last
I would know what to write.


Yours,
B Morgz