Halted (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #30)
He is the ring I always wear Shiny, fake, and a bargain.
He is the ring I always wear Shiny, fake, and a bargain.
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
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
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
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
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
Salads’re holy food: Even carrots posses souls Divine digestion
Crushed petals testify by the terminal The onslaught of yellow-striped cabs
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
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