25/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

Stop,

   breath,

       there's plenty of time,

it expands

    or contracts 

to your frame of mind.

Slow it up,

speed it down,

take in the view,

sheesh... Just look around.

Believe, 

  for once,

the faster you go,

the less you do,

don't hurry,

there's plenty of time,

Stop.

23/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

The timeclock on this gig

expired long before she left,

rats in the wall tiles,

tires popped by force,

the mud and smoke and wine piss

stuck in nostrils

days, months, 

years after she waved adios

Is that what PTSD stinks like?

rotten corpses and rottener souls?

Breaking f'ing news,

shouted the powers that be,

a wind storm, a circus train,

bones in the creek,

Blizzard warnings? Don't heed them,

Crime tape, 2 a.m.? Rush to the scene.

Danger be damned.

Its for the people, by the people,

while from the people she ran.

Fire on the mountain,

rumors in the mill,

beep beep, shakes awake,

the alarm clock has five hours still.

18/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

today.

another whoosh of colors and buzz,

a shake of a snowglobe,

a timer's half twist,

a tick mark on an ever-expanding list

days end.

like bare feet on a shag,

a sensation of unexpected comfort,

a palette fulfilled,

rest, to do it again

12/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

2 years gone.

FLASH! BAM! Zzzzip!

Just like that, 

  sometime between 25 and 30

it begins...

ZOOM!

Where you live,

   who you love,

the clothes drying over chairs

In a BEEP,

  a DASH,

a FLASH, BAM, Zzzzzip

they are different,

or not.

You are different,

   or not.

ZING!

Spend them well.

WHOOSH! WAVE! 

Note the pages.

2 more gone,

FLASH, BAM, Zzzzzip