you are not my type, but i don’t care.
our conversations are not interesting, yet i like talking to you.
you don’t have any talents that will make me feel interested.
the things that you consider hobbies are boring to me.
heck, i’m not even attracted to you, but i like you.

Sometimes, writing poetry feels like...

Playing Charades using metaphors to describe your actions
Solving Jigsaw Puzzles to assemble your current thoughts
Using Ouija boards to converse with your own feelings

Sometimes, reading poetry feels like...

Playing Poker when you study the writer's intentions
Connecting the poet's thoughts as if you were playing Dots
Figuring out the writer's feelings like in Strings

                                                      ­         Anyways, its always *fun!

I’m messed up,
and spaced out,
going insane,
but still down,

out on the town,
having the time of my life,
which is okay I guess because this is Hollywood,
where you’re supposed to look like you’re having a great time,

even when you’re depressed under duress,
and dictated by a constant lingering stress,

what a mess we’ve made,
hearts broke as fck but pockets completely paid,

I’ll give an example of something from today,

woke up at Wi Spa,
in Downtown LA,
two girls one on each side of me,
both of them beautiful babes,

but I wasn’t fazed,
faded sure,
but not fazed,
that’s for sure,

resting right there where that thin shaded grey line blurs,
the line blurs the lions surge,
because when everyday feels like a holiday,
everybody around you wants to splurge,

meanwhile all I want to do is purge...

Why do I feel just as high when I DeTox,
as I do when I ReTox?

Feeling as Emo as a teenaged Elmo,
a walking Paradox walking in a pair of Docs,
lost what I found then found I was lost,
or maybe it's the other way around I don't know I forgot.

Either way,
every day feels like a holiday,
and everyone acts so generous around me even the degenerates,
because I'm still down messed up spaced out and insane,

just sayin',

like when,

I asked someone for a drag of his cigarette,
and he instantly bought me a whole pack,
and I don’t usually smoke or do blow,
but I’ve been told it’s only gay if you push back,

I did every line and smoked the whole pack.

Now where were we at?

Oh yeah yeah yeah,
I remember now,
we were talking about being messed up,
spaced out going insane but still down,

insane and out on the town,
going HAM what the Hell man,
on Hollywood Blvd. last night in a Porsche of course,
when we ran into Cory Feldman,

I didn’t know him as an actor,
just knew him as familiar,
because we’ve partied together at parties,
where we did whatever with whoever,

where,
were we again,
again I’ve forgotten and gotten lost in,
this Story That Never Ends,

or did I mean this Never Ending Story,

I don’t know anymore I’m not Falcor so don’t ask me,
I don’t have the answers and your questions are boring,

please no questions and no answers.

Not into people who unknowingly pretend that they’re into you,
constantly mentioning questions,
that contain unintentional,
still potentially injurious intentions,

don't want an invasive interview I want honest communications.

I’m not here to make you feel more important,
I’m not here to validate your life for you,
I’m not Valet I don’t have the keys to your heart,
and I don’t want my attitude misconstrued,

so in the name of clarity allow me to please remind you,

I’m messed up spaced out going insane but still down,

out on the town,
having the time of my life,
which is okay I guess because this is Hollywood,
where you’re supposed to look like you’re having a great time,

even when you’re depressed under duress,
and dictated by a constant lingering stress,

what a mess we’ve made,
hearts broke as fck but pockets completely paid...

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

With civilians
There are a few, but not much
But on a small base
You can see them everywhere
In the milit'ry
They're a popular feature
From labs to shepherds
The force is full of black dogs