29/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

this is my first desk,

         my first office,

         the first space I've ever had,

     to myself

its quirks,
in order of annoyance:

the air vent,

never quite right,
        quite hot, on occasion,
        quite cold, most of the time

the whirring from fans,
used to cool, but make my head shake
                                           shake it out,
                          makeshift sound barrier,
                                                   drown out
kind of
                         
the mouse cord, too short,
with an extension that beeped
                       that blundered
     mouse, busted?
           extender busted?
who knows

hidden away, in a,
and I quote "cave,"
         away in a corner,
like a misfit,
        misdirected,
                      corner pocket,
                                        bat cave.

In other words,
      this place,
      this space
 the first place,
      first office,
      first desk
I've ever had to myself.

I loved it.

27/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

This 

  may or may not be relevant,

but...

I wear your sweater.

Its reanimation

   through repurposed wool.

Do you come to life on those days?

When your blue threads hit sunshine

   and apple blossoms, 

do you remember?

You like birds, I think,

   and cornflakes with sugar,

flowers, macaroni...

Its hard to remember. 

To me,

   you are photographs, journal entries, 

other people's fond memories... 

and this sweater.

You're tied to me,

   woven yarn, dye, family.

This may,

   or may not be relevant.

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.

24/30. - National Poetry Month 2014

#1

Red wagon weather-worn

Trike, long parked pink handlebar

There's a storm brewing

#2

Chit chat squirrel tease 

relies on meow cat food

the sky perfect calm

#3

Pudding snack lunch pail 

Lullaby rocking chair sway

This is the way home

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.

21/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

she carried a 

robot hand in her pack,

a weapon against 

the whir of the world,

a plastic cast to 

weild when things got weird,

she carried a

robot hand in ber pack.

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

17/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

The poet taught
words,
    within words,
        within words,
and the language of commas and line breaks.

Wisdom from ancient,
     recent,
forgotten, and forboding culture.

The poet caused their collission.

She writes --
    boundaries, be damned.

He wiggles letters,
    juxtaposes phrasing,
guffaws at the sound.

The poet spoke
language
    with letters,
         within letters,
and free verse breaks silence,
    forever, and ever.

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