Dressed Bandages

There are certain things I’d like to say, show, sing, and spare.
There are more you’d like to hear, view, enjoy, and celebrate
The middle ground is not that far,
Just a mere float,
Or sit down.
Probably escape.
Where does that leave us now?
On a boat adrift?
On a motorcycle in a desert?
Or a sled in Alaska?
Let’s press mute,
Depart and self-heal.
We will talk later,
Dress the bandages,
And go score a goal.

-jared a muscat

8 November, 2009

my friend aaron and I spent Sunday afternoon being artists

one sunday afternoon aaron and myself decided to create,aaron did the cool heads and naked ladies, I turned a cabinet thing over...

No Stop

Long hair, circle,
One fin, gusts of wind.

Swinging pivot, peak cometh,
Mind free, full speed.

Shuffle, up down,
Over under, circular cover.

Side to side, lane,
Bottom then top, no stop.

Loose goose, precision,
Bump city, curves very pretty.

Belly down, arm cyclists,
Inside out, inside back out.

More not less, timetable no longer,
Stairway, replay.

Fuzzy peaches, grey seagull,
Wind taker, raw baker.

Cylindrical mass, open,
Line set, not a bet.

-jared a muscat 11/14/09

Those Pests

Those pests,
Who keep you from a good night's rest;
They nip at you during lunch,
And they do nothing but munch, munch, munch!
It’s a pesky fuckin' group.
Most people look at them as poop.
Well they do provide the fertilizer don't they?
Good call, but wait a second they don't pay!
For what,
I don't exactly know, but lets find out and nip them in the but!
This town is not big enough for all of us.
Trust us, we talked to an expert named Gus.
He works over at the lab,
By the house of the singer from Gift of Gab.
He is pretty smart we have been told,
And we can trust those who told us, because they are wise and old;
And if you are wise and old, then you are most certainly correct.
So, we can be care free, let’s go out and get wrecked!


-Jared A Muscat
23 July 2009

The Sustainable Food Project has a new blog

Check out the new site for the Sustainable Food Projects...those pests!
http://thesustainablefoodprojectatucsd.blogspot.com/

Chug A Choo-Choo

You are leaps and bounds
In front of the rest,
A stereotype for success
Marks as such at birth,
A wise and informed human
Noteworthy for your mere presence,
You command respect as a right,
Acknowledged as a marker.
You will get what you want
A receptor of what is good
An opinion of what is fact
A truck will fit only you
A charger keeps you plugged in
A cow feeds you your coffee
And your breaths bring the sun’s rays closer
So keep on
Work like there is no tomorrow
Because
Keep like you are
And they’re wont be.
-8 November 2009

ps. I wrote this poem during the California Student Sustainability Convergence this weekend in Santa Cruz. The timing could not have been better and the solitude I was able to find as well as the warmth of so many friends brought through me so many feelings of joy and confidence it was difficult to not write throughout the weekend. However I did stop talking around people at points to write a poem I just could not let sit in my brain, and this is one of those. I wrote it in the middle of a workshop and it was inspired by a guy names Zac who is pretty much one of the coolest dudes ever, he lives on a green bus. Peace and Love to All.

Sandy Lot

Sitting in damply frozen factory hand me downs they look through everything,stone-cold eyes.
Pointless paychecks are written by the recipients, proudly non-conversive green
uniformed men waltzing in place.
Black dots in the mirror blue ocean begin the mill of rumors and forget the pulses of the earth’s heart.
Jogging along the bikelane of all bikelanes in tight pink warmth mothers draw their conclusions with less than a turn of the head.
A big ferocious dog curiously sniffs, controller not paying attention.
The SUV’s of our proud nation chug a choo choo haze like puffs into the morning’s stiff crisp air.
I in my black business attire wig on by shoveling through the thick shoreline sand of the parking lot, desperate to disappear behind a curtain.