Gross Terrain (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #29)

Gross terrain is grass on its last wilt that creeps into socks and scratches the dampness in. Out, go: bending yet tall: untrodden. Mud squirts back to pale arms that sweat under August… Continue reading

POOLPOOL-IJI (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #28)

Kaamnuifrashkrr borrowing time on the edge of a 10 foot pool and — the crack of the waters’ rapids — jinx links putrid and garbage rotting into linen and lint baggage;; pricking the… Continue reading

The Miss U of My Life (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #27)

He opened the car door and stepped out. He was the Miss U of my life. He walked like twelve gentlemen and smiled like a porn star. He picked up his beverage of choice — vodka.… Continue reading

Sweet Night Lullaby (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #26)

drop the tired fingertips, one, two, drop, and hands, arms, shoulders, neck, head; inhale, in and out, let the kneels fall by the estuary; rock one, rock two, the voyage is the now,… Continue reading

Fluster (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #25)

Today I am flustered and so I must dive toe-down into dust and shatter the glass into a whole. No exit but a spiral. A spiral of the soul into gravity. With an axe on a pendulum swinging… Continue reading

Holy Carrots (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #24)

Salads’re holy food: Even carrots posses souls Divine digestion

ARM’S DISTANCE (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #23)

Crushed petals testify by the terminal The onslaught of yellow-striped cabs

Circe in the Night (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #22)

She brought me port; like that of her smell, tilting temptress of tequila, bitter refuge of the lost. One drink to forget, one to remember, and one witch – o helenistic goddess –… Continue reading

An Idiot at Poetry (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #21)

When I die, my epitaph will not read an obscure line from Shelley or a haiku transcribed in syllabicated verse; No — fancy rhythm or rhyme is for no poor man, and my life… Continue reading

Flickering (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #20)

In candle-bursted blindness, I see but silhouettes of men, their slithering shadows bouncing against a beige canopy, creeping extremities grasping and clenching and scratching as the seeping shades of bleak starlessness unpunctuated by the… Continue reading