NaPoWriMo 04.23.07

spring, buds
slurpees

scooters,
vacation, fall

NaPoWriMo 04.22.07

waking up, not waking
you was a step and

two steps toward the door
were two steps more

NaPoWriMo 04.21.07

plastic mariachi
felt nativity

Goya's Collectible
Kingdom (inedible)

NaPoWriMo 04.20.07

we drifted
to sleep

beneath the moon's
dark oceans

NaPoWriMo 04.19.07

moss dripping
makes rocks

rocks flying
make moons

NaPoWriMo 04.18.07

A trustworthy way
To take away

These timid nights
Be the wraith's way

NaPoWriMo 04.17.07

was my first night
with her

an anatomy
template?

NaPoWriMo 04.16.07

he played it
close to the table

or whatever that was
in the rubble

NaPoWriMo 04.15.07

one is the writer
only is the worry

twice is the number
twixt is the preposition

NaPoWriMo 04.14.07

see my engine
is kept dry

don't let 'em
bleed it rusty

NaPoWriMo 04.13.07

I will be gracious
in defeat if you grant

me the concessions
I need to win.

NoPoWriMo 4.12.07

The land bridge
on either side of me

will get you across
my Ice Age.

NaPoWriMo 04.11.07

with tears all over
my goddamn eyes

I grinned
like a newscaster

NaPoWriMo 04.10.07

you fix my frosty;
I'll fill

where you will with
what you won't

NaPoWriMo 04.09.07

concrete bunkers
are a dime a dozen

currency reform
did-in doubters

NaPoWriMo 04.08.07

hydrangeas armored in hot sauce
coax undocumented deer

into the wide saucepan: circle
of American Life

NaPoWriMo 04.07.07

I'm either crawling around
in your shoe like scorpion

Or lost in the smoke
of your hair like a fingernail.

NaPoWriMo 04.06.07

The tourists in your old dream
demand new shops, faster cars

but the economics of sleep
doesn't allow for excess.

NaPoWriMo 04.05.07

In the middle of all this Londonish fog,
let's sit and talk about mystery.

My prison stories have not entertained you.
The cobbles are statuary.

NaPoWriMo 04.04.07

back off,
reckless night

sit down
sweet morning

NaPoWriMo 04.03.07

lastly, I'll need
first thing in the morning

those rhinestones to pattern
the cusp of yr hem.

NaPoWriMo 04.02.07

antique redwoods
taper like grass blades, bend

all over my eyes;
I can't take my eyes off

NaPoWriMo 04.01.07

Even though it wasn't really there,
everyone saw it coming.

In the fallen roof and fallen road
what wasn't really ushered it.