Johnny Weir....

Come on, kid! He's such an artistic skater it baffles me that he has not found a way to land the jumps. If he lands the jumps, he wins. The others footwork makes it look like they are being attacked by a swarm of bees. Ugh! I hope he finds his stride by the Olympics. It's so weird. I hear music better when I watch him skate. With the others, the music is almost incidental. He's like Andy Pellick on ice without the athleticism of Andy. Come on Johnny!

I'm going out this afternoon to watch the Jets play at the Ale House. I'd much rather have battery acid poured into my eyes, but it'll be a day out. Tonight, I will be forced to watch the freaking Yankees. I'd much rather have battery acid poured into my eyes while watching the Jets. Baseball is the worst game ever invented. I'm rooting for the Angels just so I don't have to watch the World Series. Hate baseball. There is a problem. If the Angels win, the final game will likely interrupt my So You Think You Can Dance. It's a dilemma to be sure.

Wrote another poem... The title will change.

Matter Matters

Each fleck and yarn
Translucent
Liquid
The most solid
Earth
Drains it with every
Step
Its cracks
A treacherous
Terrain
Too much of it
Left behind
To recognize
Itself

In space
It would be
A sphere
Protected
By tension
Here
Too easily
Washed away
Too Human
Invisible
Wasted
Resources
Of forgotten
Bounty

Metamorphosis
Urgently
Required
Connection
Combination
Attachment
To another
Element
To Another
anything
Nothing
Is meant
To connect
Alone