NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Eighteen

Run-on Silent Complaints

you’ve been here forever

(nothing has except some particles known to no one hiding under scores of layers of rock with names and classifications those bits of rubble may have been here forever)

they can’t kick you out

(they could if they really wanted to in this corner we have the ones that rushed to get permanent resident forms in fear not so lucky to have overprotective progenitors forking out for private health insurance)

(intersectionally stuck foreign ill female she seems nice don’t make me doubt the differences and similarities between scammed and skanked)

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Sixteen

Light

I didn’t turn the page
but I scrolled a mile
before going back to sleep.

The sun shone fiercely
at the earliest hour,
blinded unlike any winter morning.

Too early for the people
to be hunting for chocolate
except the day has been active
for hours – it never switched off.

Dimness awaits
ready to melt into
the hounding light of daytime.

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#morning #light #day #awake #oddhours #bright

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Day Thirty #NaPoWriMo 2016

Much Rather
Wearing an orange hat
          dunce
Overhauling inside and out
          plastic bag
Making a fist
          sweaty palms
Timely arrival at door
          half dressed, van off
Celebrating Merits
          surprise wailing
To own a helium head
          heavy metals
On a beach, somewhere, mostwheres
          microwave wheat bag
Spa massages and all you can eat
          sticky physio
A day not brought to me by the letter F
          name and nature
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Day Twenty-Nine #NaPoWriMo 2016

Limpet
When was the last time I missed a deadline?
Mortified, terrified, make the panic mine;
been a while since the time I lived on air and moths,
now every day pushes under. Chlorophorm on cloth.
I knew all my rules, capitals and ancient civilisations;
now, I barely recognise myself in this nation;
no vision, no knowledge, just a shepherd’s flock,
bad supposition, miss the mark of a crusty sock.
Should I fly, jump, or sing like a bird?
Whatever saves me from this compulsory herd.
When will I know if I’ll I run, hide or fail?
Will you swap your siren song for my beached whale?
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Day Twenty-Seven #NaPoWriMo 2016

Paperwork
Mechanical idiot to blagger in three hours flat;
dragging scheduled for the next:
(unspecified time, to the nearest unit, TBC);
sourcer of the obcurest desires,
negotiator to the stars and the struck alike,
practitioner of malleable codes of practice;
must confess, three strengths
plus a turnaround weakness.
How much to give away advantage?
Get them to mirror laugh,
not feeling the pull of the string;
ready to eat from the palm of a dirty hand.
Paid silence or admission of guilt.
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Day Twenty-Six #NaPoWriMo 2016

Now or Later
My darling, you ask the silliest questions:
ecstatic that you chased the strays away;
terrified of their return; not an if but a when,
arriving out of nowhere. The naked jungle
metamorphoses within the confines of my skull;
I fear the lull more than the beast or its hum.
Zonules turned to the vastest flatland;
opened, forced ajar, game of catch up passes
lavish invoices that can’t wait til later.
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Day Twenty-Five #NaPoWriMo 2016

Professional Despot
transformation of your world
not the steps to heaven or hell
nor the road to perdition or elusive salvation
at odds with what was allegedly confessed
disregarding what’s compulsory, necessary
rope burn and tippy toes
it happened before
not quite like this, but close enough
fuzzy details, wiry words turning mushy
who is the magician?
who is the canary in the cage?
the show is just one long trick
not everyone can see the seams
with such poor direction, disastrous construction
it never stood a chance
the men who turned into machines
rather be soul fools
than numb flesh
What will you unfix, witch?
What did you undo?
Was it always sabotage or did someone
mean well, first milestone just a dot
in the distance
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