Category: NaPoWriMo

I’m having a tricky time
pulling my thumbs
from this tangled extinction event–

I know I can use them
for the rest of my life
[if my life were to continue tomorrow].

But no matter my strategy,
I’m trapped and helpless,
my thumbs getting stiffer by the minute.

Now I know how those poor dogs feel
when they try to answer the telephone.

To the person
concerned
with my overall health
and ungainly recidivism
every Tuesday,

I offer a branch
from a pepper tree
in exchange
for your counsel
and a dozen bran muffins.

Before we begin necklace preparation, we must drain porridge strawnecks with a touch of humility. We do not possess the capacity for creating these raw materials by ourselves, so we must forage for them and reap the benefits of a world well-harvested.

Everybody look at the man on the bike with his matching green helmet and shit-eating grin. He’s working his way toward a future with others who share his passion for two-wheeled transport, but until that day comes, he’ll have to go it alone, scaring pedestrians and breaking all the laws he possibly can. He needs to cultivate a legacy of rebellion and a blatant disregard for anything safe, or he won’t manage to sell the whole reckless lifestyle to average folks who’ve been looking for placement in the echelon of amoral roustabouts and hoodlums destined for road rash.

The elite slurp from their goblets, usually something boozy. There’s rarely anything potent enough to get the job done, except through extended periods of hearty imbibing without the dreaded safety net of sustenance. On top of the pile, they must imagine (in their own way) the plight of the lower class as they slur their words. They let loose a torrent of racist generalizations that, in their minds, are truly adequate for depicting the struggle endured by their moral superiors each and every day.

Pelican speeches are slurred by inconvenient liter-sized industry, peppered with indistinguishable pebbles along the insipid shoreline while we dump our oil (whether we like it or not) in the incontinent ocean.