Nothing quite like a dangling resolution
to soil one’s party–ants, no.
Ants have no picnics to ruin today,
or any other day. They just meander
onto your blanket in search of easy
sustenance. Do they know
they’re not meant to take from your
first-world bounty? Of course not.
Poor buggers, they are.
Benny the Bungler
bought stock much too low,
and he’s up to his eyebrows in money.
It’ll only take time
for his fortune to fade,
and his hairline to go with it too.
Competition smoked
in a quarter of a mile
or something like that,
though I can’t say for sure
how many penguin daisies
it takes to screw in a lightbulb.
I fail to see the point
of penguin daisies
even wanting artificial light–
their habitat has absolutely
no fabrication of any kind,
so how do you think they’d feel
if you blocked the sun
and turned on a lamp?
I’d be pretty damn scared.
Noxious fumes have got a grip on me–
there’s no mistaking a fatal odor
for a month-old egg salad. Oh,
apparently there is. Thank you,
Earl Tupper, for living your dream
and letting us forget about leftovers
for a while until they turn color
or at least grow fur.
It’s a marvelous thing
to behold with one’s eyes
the improper correction of tests;
there’s red ink all around
and a frenzy of penstrokes
laying waste to this
charming
little
office,
sprayed
every
day.
The triple sec bandit
strikes again,
just as Johnny and his chainsmoke gang
prepare for Margarita Monday,
that alco-holiest of days.
Let me just say that I think NaPoWriMo was a success this year.
Now, before you go telling me that 12 poems can’t possibly constitute a good month
according to my previous work and typical productivity, I can assure you
that I wrote a hell of a lot more than that. And also, why would you be judging me so hard?!
For some reason, a large portion of my writing for the month
just didn’t feel up to the same standard I’ve grown accustomed to.
But I look at this learning experience to show me
that creativity has infinite shades of color
(I ignored shades of gray on purpose).
If you’re jamming along with a nice shade of pale blue,
it’s hard to give it up for a chartreuse. But
when you make the change, you remember why
variety is the best way to flush out wild imagery.
So that’s what happened. Some of the colors came out dark,
sometimes murky, sometimes counter-intuitive to what the eye
might think is appropriate for an attractive palette.
I’ll most likely come to terms with this phenomenon soon enough,
with an outburst of work (like how it always seems to happen).
Just wanted to check in. Thanks for humoring me.
-Aidan
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