We cage ourselves
and our situations. Though
the walls have large gaps,
we pretend not to see
friends’ adjacent troubles–
we constructed these borders for a reason.
Some of us prefer to swallow the key,
though I leave my cage unlocked.
Tag: NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo (8)
They say
intuition waxes
and wanes, where
sometimes you feel
earth’s breath and others
find you pounding
concrete, seeking answers
from a mischievous psyche,
never keen on letting
go a good inference,
always hungry, always
awake through the night,
prescribing my dreams.
NaPoWriMo: Day 3
I had a few stubborn teeth
as a cub scout-aged kid
that threatened never to come out.
My dentist took X-rays
of my overbiting jaw
when I was nine [going on ten]–
I lack several adult teeth
from the day I was born,
so the next logical step
would be to pull out those
orphaned, anchoring pearls
before they fused to the bone.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2
toe chunk gone:
smells like pizza now
every day [every day]
until it scabs up
a helmet– [A HELMET]
bounce off, infection!
like bullets
across the grey sky
traveling, [traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling]
consummate servants;
happiness [happinessssssss]
means target’s been hit.
NaPoWriMo: Belated 1st Day
Late, and it’s already gone.
The time for appropriation
left with the stage coaches
when the buffalo all died.
Skulls, ribcages, femurs rest
their weary bones on the turf–
muscle-laden monsters munched
upon the delicate roughage,
sure to save enough for later–
The grass is enshrining them,
filling in the rib spaces and placing
flickering votive candles on the scene.
WHARVED 