IT’S HAPPENING ALL AROUND YOU AND I’M SORRY
Enter balmy sleep:
replete with 1’s and 0’s
Cling for dear strife
Can you feel its heartbeat?
Places hand on palimpsest receipt
This is everything
Wake: coffee sleeve on to-go cup
missing. Chalked up to
A shit start
Boss says:
capital loss can’t be had
But your job
Draws circles, heptagons
yells figures through megaphone
Boss is a cunt
Who belongs in a morgue
or is it you?
Self-doubt is a cunt
Lattice of spirit, waived
marital status to self:
Widowed
Searches pneuma pile
one must be yours
Selects magenta blazer
As in party favor, blenches at
cursory decision-making process
Time to go home
Public domain looks like
shadowy tile, on repeat
Slips on magenta blazer
Candy cane finger joy
Better than when you were five
Toys RRRRRRRRR Us
Lights out. Enter balmy sleep
Places hand on palimpsest grief
This is everything
ajhwrites
Friday, April 10, 2020
NaPo’ 20 - Day 10 Hay(na)ku - reversed
EVERY DAY I WAKE UP AND WANT TO TELL MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS
wo ai ni
wo xiang
ni
wo ai ni
wo xiang
ni
NaPo’20 - Day 8 - Borrowed Line/Pantoum
BUTTERFLY KISSES
my kiss says razors and pain, my kiss says
do it with pride, and do it well. latchkey
hands drift over you, from one door to the next
you know I’m not a virgin
do it with pride, and do it well. latchkey
tone, look blank when I lip to you
you know I’m not a virgin
you covet the undertaking
tone, look blank when I lip to you
get on all fours
you covet the undertaking
this is our little secret at sixteen
get on all fours
hands drift over you, from one door to the next
this is our little secret at sixteen
my kiss says razors and pain, my kiss says
Borrowed line - Kim Addonizio- https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/51987/the-first-line-is-the-deepest
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
NaPo’ 20 - Day 7 - News Article
RESPONSE TO HOW LUCKY ONES LIVE DURING A PANDEMIC
I have almost the same routine. I wake up at 6:45.
My cat bells as I stretch. Reminds me who's
captain. Whose breakfast comes first.
He is unaware that I fast. Or that I love you, little train
wreck passes through surgical mask, before
rounding his perked white ears.
I get to work. Sip coffee. Check emails. Listen to the halls
thrum hormonally. Maybe I teach first period.
Maybe I don't.
I live in Taiwan, but I'm American. No lockdown. Store shelves
plentiful. One of several outliers safe from the madness.
I contemplate humanity.
The blue-collar fishbowl I grew up in. I have no desire for Netflix
or sourdough. I yearn for exactly this. Now tell me.
Who wouldn’t.
Who wouldn’t consider tossing a name tag, issued by a coterie
of suit ties, that never intended on reading it
to begin with?
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
NaPo‘20 - Early Bird - 3/31
The Future is Parrotfish
it’s coming // the day whiteness // is finally saved // voracious sentinels // with their castellated beaks // & devil-may-care appetites // will grip the wasteland // the words flamingo pink // canary yellow // peacock green // scunge // will be chomped & shat // uniform silt // the Neon Times will call it // a classification nightmare // & a softer genesis // will prevail // besides // a mucus cocoon // may not be so unlike // the mute wet cave // from which we were hewn
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