I believe in lying in bed with my boots on.
I believe in airplanes and turbulence and
Hornets nests and neurotic old women,
I believe in making to-do lists
Doing anything on
If I really want to feel productive
I make a list
filled with things
That I have already done.
Example of a to-do list
by Justin Grimbol:
Fight with woman
I like poems.
most poetry isn’t very good though—
you got guys like Ginsberg talking about
how holy their assholes are.
I like ass. I love ass.
in my neck
from staring at
There needs to be something holy about it
Ass is good enough as it is.
Some are better than others.
Are impossible to not get a little religious about.
Some stay in your heart
Like a stun gun
Like a blizzard
Only it’s warm
It’s the inventor, the mad scientist
of all warm things.
I believe in warm things
I believe in sweating
That people only smell good when they smell bad,
I believe in lukewarm pizza
I always believe it’s going to be a warm winter
Until the first snow fall,
Then I hide in my room
I put my hands under my woman’s breasts and pretend they’re mittens.
the weather channel says we should be expecting 16 inches of snow.
It’s going to be a long winter.
When I was a kid
I felt warm in the snow.
I felt a lot of thing back then
That I don’t feel now.
When I was a kid
I actually believed that if you beat a video game
That you’d be rewarded with money
That it would come pouring out of the Nintendo
like it was a slot machine.
Why else would they make the games so difficult?
Why would people play these ridiculous games
Unless there was some kind of reward at the end?
I believe in that kind of passion
I believe in how your thumbs hurt
when you played Nintendo for too long.
This poem was written with those same thumbs
I believe in thumbs and chaffed legs
And stretch marks and pregnancy scares
And running out of gas
And all the scratch off tickets that are buried
Under the front seat of my car.
I believe in all those things that make you ask
Was it worth it? And then you shrug your shoulders
Because even if it’s not worth anything
You’re going to keep at it anyway.
You just can’t help yourself.
Justin Grimbol, lives in astoria oregon. His novel DRINKING UNTIL MORNING, will be coming out this summer, via BLACK COFFEE PRESS. Check out his poems at jgrimbol.xanga.com