#6 NaPoWriMo : My Last Lost Cause

You're my last lost cause
slipping though holes
broken stories and heated synthetic brow
you could sweat in an ice storm, honey
blaming every on what people don't understand
some illogic you'll put  a full junkie bet on
as if those are wings and not horns you've grown so very prodigiously.

You're the last lost cause
I try to put the pants back on
pull back from the edge
The broken stars, baby,  you broke one by one
the accordion made of dust collapses frame by frame
each note absences
as if that was a song and not terrible punishment you can't leave.

You are the last lost cause
the last lie I try to live
that knocks holes in my walls, my soul, this hope
Honey, baby...this hope I breathe like air
Your choking junky nonsense suffocating Whys
you don't even remember
as if your intellect had not long fallen a victim to fear. Disappeared.

You are the last lost cause
I crawl to on knees through glass
for so much nothing, a refraction
no reflection, a jigsaw puzzle of stops signs
I blow through Stop. Just. Stop.
Space between us scars
As if your light weight could survive the hard truth of you.

#5 You are so Vein. NaPoWriMo

You are so vein
You whipping about vascular spectaculars
I've been brought to my knees.
In knots. Tussles with muscles
You see, I'm not this cloud of energy
But a bag of tricks
Sticks, stones, bones
A corporeal corpus
She says .. You are shaking.
my is skin stitched
Cheap dress seams look chic next to my shake
String run through
Tied in knots.
I'm held together by frail things
Like tears and tomorrows.

NaPoWriMo #4 : Vision Thing

Vision Thing


Vision has a look here dance naked quality


While some vision has "you kids aren't going to want to see that" finger wag


Other vision says beyond THIS, there's a sweet valley we have not yet tasted


As another vision rocks in its arms dreams of freedom, rebirth and transcendence.


That vision thing tangles with this vision thing into a tumbleweed of vision rings to a roll across vast vision-less fields


and sings. Yes, she sings.


She does.


Many eyes tied to many hearts, that one love ( yes, yes - that one )


that tumbleweed of desperate dreams


sing that, vision thing


You're a bundle of better angels, a choir of thorns with wings.

Getting back in to the writing habit...

I feel like my poems right now are more like lists and I've been reading other people's feeling their depth, tug and grace.  But for some reason or a list of unfortunate events, I put down the pen last year this time and stopped my daily writing habit and discourse with myself. 

I am really excited about the way poetry reattaches you to the outside as well as the inside. To the NOW of things and shifts in perspective.

NaPoWriMo #3 : Nothing For You

There's nothing here for you..
the dogs snore is for heaven
the bunnies skip is for goodluck
the unread magazines are visions
the old carpet threads the newest scars.

There's nothing for you here.
the garage is full of sawdust
there's no fridge-o-beer
no hawks lurking for prey
there's no hunting dogs ready to howl

Here? There is nothing.
The bed is one size fits all.
Friday nights are alright for fighting.
You can dance if you want to.
Everyone has keys to the door but me.

The nothing that is here...
A hole in the wall unsolved
Belts that no longer buckle
Insults lay quiet unthrown
Peace rolls stretched out like a sleeping bunny.
One eye open.
Soft feet poised for flight.

NaPoWriMo #2 : Dance

Let's dance, my friend, my dancing
   friend, let's
throb and rob this night's end to a
  pretty party
where the dance is breath
where the steps take us
close to a God
who delights in our movement
and is praised by our laughter.

NaPoWriMo #1

Emergency Landing

Airplane caught in my hair
  the crash and burn is suspended for entertainment purposes only
Wings outstretched.
this ship
she goes no where.
The landing strip has been bare for years.
I long for that jet fuel burn to say I'm still alive
caught here in this ..
a photo
with an airplane good bye.