Day 12! Kinda can’t believe I’m still going! THE RIGHT KIND OF MANIFESTO I bought a can of pineapple at the store like it was a thing I might enjoy and now it stares accusingly at me from the kitchen counter because I do […]
Day 9! This one is a real work in progress. It kept wanting to rhyme, and it’s so sing-songy… I don’t really know what to do with it. Definitely needs more time.
There is a hole in the Great Pyramid of Giza
Like a black cloud blooming in the depths of my heart stone –
remember, remember and call my vizier!
Build me a nap-land to shame other nap-lands
and pour me down slowly with honey and wine.
King Khufu’s Horizon, the south road of Memphis,
shake off my casings, and tumble my walls.
Fill me with breath like a foreign beast panting
and weather my sunsets on the wheel rims of time.
A slinking slow scarab like silver drops leaking
slips through my cracks toward the soft space inside –
beetle, oh beetle, oh – where will you find me?
Hide the hole in your pocket and drag it outside.
Day 6! Almost a week in!
WAKE THE ORACLE
who once sat
and born today.
Watch my eyes
like a flounder
like a brain’s white
in the doorway
til the silence is
gone. I should
forget. I must and still –
I do. Don’t I?
A small, smooth
penny floats past
and I slip my soul
beaten, drag me
toward my glorious
failure, my bed,
at the end of days.
This day, the pinpoint
I revolve on,
in my sparse field
like desiccated snakes.
What do you want to hear?
Oh tell me! To hear – you’ll see –
is not enough, when
free and low, a trench
knowing the pretense
of our delight.
Belief in me is
only an anchor.
I can find you –
a moon beached
on my planet’s shore.
If you want it.
Day 5 and things are already getting wacky. This poem was inspired by paging through some Frederik Pohl short stories and a Nietzsche compilation (two books randomly pulled from my bookshelf). LOVE AND WASTE NO MORE TIME says everyone dead, but they never do convince […]