16/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

radio fizz out

cow crossing with alien ship

this is how to leave New Mexico

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

11/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

red wine,

  sordid fantasy, hailed by pop-culure,

and kittens crowded sleepily 'round

a rare peaceful moment, 

    sweetened by knowledge

 that I won't repeat it tomorrow

10/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

abandoned roadside,
   swept to the gutter,
garb, turned to garbage,
sole separate from soul

drive-by questions
   without time to truly note,
manufacturer
    or model,
size
    or condition,

who are these
   barefoot bodies
settled on sacrifice?

or,
   is there despair?

trashed by choice,
   tragedy,
   or jest

street-side shoes,
    laced,
for their last wear


 

6/30 - National Poetry Month

a crow squacks, early morning,
   a waking dream voice,
"Is anyone there?"
three kittens curled round,
un-alarmed

take note,
all is well

blind-altered sunlight, mid-day
  coffee on hand,
"Is anyone there?"
repose comes slowly
when awoken by such sounds

keep track,
something may be amiss

moonrise, eight p.m.
   electric porch light fizz,
"Is anyone there?"
three kittens curled round,
un-alarmed

take note,
all is well.

5/30 - National Poetry Month

I was writing this in my head on Saturday, but laid down at midnight and realized I never wrote it out.

She used to sit and stare,
behind those eyes, what she saw,
I can't say

It never occurred to me
at the time
what plagued her
was palpable,
   unacceptable,
      curable

OCD habits pertaining to sugar,
cereal, and tissues --
I thought were just preferables

and the staring,
  oh the staring,
      and the griping,
just...
   bearable

Knowing now
what I never knew,
that I could have known her,
   met her,
      really seen her
if only someone had known,
   what to do.

4/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

Whisperings,
once I used to be paranoid
of the voices,
not in my head,
but all around
quiet, but so freakin' loud

What if so-and-so thinks I"m a
what-and-what, or if
he-or-she says I'm a
good-God-can-it-be,
then I realized,
I'm none of those things,
so what does it matter
what you-over-there thinks?

A lesson, you see,
you learn
as you go
is
it
is
quite simple

just be,
what you know.

3/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

Racing cats, more like kittens

Growl

Hiss

No more fun

Baby poem, circa grade three

Type

Scrawl

Now we're done

2/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

Whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?

is running in my brain

even though,

I can't recall ever seeing it until

that poor boy was... 

Well... 

You know... 

Dead.

Not a boy,

but a man,

remembered for...

Whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?

What will it be for you,

me,

us,

we.

Whatchu talkin' 'bout?

1/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

television-deprived,
too much always,
go, do, be,
never through

or is that
alive?

fish,
saltine-crusted,
malted milk ball,
mustard

eat,
to sustain life

daisy-cluttered meadow,
shallow sea,
painted frames,
look

or,
go see.


April 1, 2014