i guess this is a poem.

Untitled (Ugh).

Bottom lip skin seared by steaming, dangling pizza cheese
while thinking about waking for class in the morning.
Why is it so hard to find parking on Brunswick streets?
"The internet's fucked up" my roommate said in warning.
Dammit, there is no more toilet paper once again.
The whole class was silent in my painting crit today
and the hangover I had was not at all my friend.
Oh yea, and...shit I forgot what I was gunna' say...
But whether it be "Fleeting Peas" or those fleeting dreams,
the fact that this line is in a different typeface
mixed with the truth that this one line is written in green,
or those puckered-lip pics that should have died with myspace...
_____these are some things in life that simply annoy my mind,
_____and if that's the case then I must be doing alright.


this is an elizabethan sonnet about trivial, annoying shit that is mainly specific to college kids. i thought it would be ironic to write a sonnet [usually a love poem] about such subject matter. the original poem was written in comic sans...aka the most annoying font...ever...of all time...in the hirtory of all things font-related...period. "fleeting pea" is a poem writtien by one of my classmate about a struggle to conquer a single, evasive pea remaining on a dinner plate..hilarious. basically these are all first world problems, interesting since that's the name of my group's thesis show and i didn't think about the connection. bottom line...at the end of the day, things aren't so bad despite common aggrivations.