Experiencing your version of reality without feeling the need to document it.

Peace be with you

Thesis submitted & exit exam taken. I’m officially done with my MA. Life is fantastic. I love my pooch.

Thesis submitted & exit exam taken. I’m officially done with my MA. Life is fantastic. I love my pooch.

TJ Lyons

30xlace:

She’s probably not standing in an In-n-Out parking lot right now

I told Jesse at the In-
n-Out parking lot
in Hayward. “That’s a
poem, dude,” he said

Maybe it is
just like anything,
In-n-Out is only a thing, too
So is she

And things are always
what they seem.
I’m starting to believe
only in things

What else are we?
Hearts and brains
are only things.
When have they told

me that I’m anything,
anything different
anything other
than gravity’s plaything

making me fight
to exist with every
thing around me?
In 6th grade she peed

herself when we read
Where the Red Fern
Grows as a class
and Old Dan lost

his stomach, bleeding out—
a stream of pee
puddling under her seat.
I was in the back row

falling for her.
We were just things
necking in my mom’s mini-van
in high school

when I spilled Slurpee
all over her boobs
with my Spin Doctors
cassette blasting,

the only tape I hadn’t
given away.
One has diamonds
in his pockets.

Ain’t in my head now.
Our bodies revealed us.
Things are what they seem.
Decisions I keep.

TJ Lyons is a dude. He has work in The Coachella Review, HTMLGIANT, Up Literature, Plain Wrap Press, Everyday Genius, and Word Riot.

the memory of everything before me / makes it difficult / to imagine something different

I miss Bernie Mac

mlb:

Who said baseball isn’t a contact sport?

mlb:

Who said baseball isn’t a contact sport?

mlb:

Get up, Ump!

mlb:

Get up, Ump!