JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.30.06

Parts of the throne in the mirror you're facing;
parts of your face in the mirror on the throne.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.29.06

The old Egyptians slept so sound --
no seismic twitters belied them.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.27.06

Holding the fan like you meant to knife him;
holding the knife like it it was a fan.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.26.06

Faces interchangable
generally indicate the presence of mirrors.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.25.06

Old fighting colors like orange and brown
fade foregtful as first names in my head.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.24.06

Damn the party! Don't change
your wide cardigan sweater.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.23.06

My morning curtains drip
with sticky memories.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.22.06

I sauntered in with aplomb, tipping
over the last of the last of the honey.

JCSH: NaPoWriMo 04.21.06

Mind you: mind your minnows, and
mind your nets: let them gently go.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.20.06

Good watchmen assume day never comes
until it comes: watch them watch it come.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.19.06

Daughters all covered in Smuckers kiss truckers:
all smothered in goo.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.18.06

If you want I'll send you violets,
but socks will keep you warm.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.17.06

Earwigs consistently hellraise
with aggressive clicking in my ears.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.16.06

It wasn't coincidence your bad angel
returned last to our unit.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.15.06

If you're looking for sugar maple treats
look no further than New Hampshire.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.14.06

We odd numbers take no shit from two
or eight or twelve or eighty-true!

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.13.06

I directed my crew to smash the table,
and I directed the table to smash to the floor.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.12.06

Your fashion sense doesn't scare me,
even if that is a hornet in your pocket.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.11.06

My duty-free whisky nearly dry,
I'll face this country's Customs.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.10.06

If I hadn't've done what I done,
you'd be having to hit me differently.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.09.06

They discovered the wealthy islands
after I'd had enough already.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.08.06

He's not so much a chip off the block
as a bitch with a poem in his head.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.07.06

Was the scarecrow sentient;
was the blood even real?

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.06.06

Dress, begone, be leaving me to my
flights of bedside fancy.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.05.06

Five, six, seven, eight
sniff me here, you reprobate!

JSCH NaPoWriMo 04.04.06

Future archaeologists will wonder at this thing
called MIAMI near the EXPO crater.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.03.06

When she walks, it's like a samba:
I have never learned to dance.

NaPoWriMo JCSH 04.02.06

All the zoo can chatter, but never talk out
what I've got for you.

JCSH NaPoWriMo 04.01.06

Whenever I went to war
I dug a hole and walked around it