Monthly Archives: October 2013

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Three

no longer summer.
no longer winter.
a space in between.
relearning all the skills.
once maintained.
the squirrels scramble.
for their last foragings.
trees letting final fruits fall.
a time of death.
reborn with Thanksgiving.
after the monsters come out to play.
the lead up is different this year.
spirit empty.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Two

tried everything to –
break out of it today, but
that’s another lie.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and One

can’t use my conditioner.
without thinking of you.

a haunting.
suppose it’s the right time of year.

the last place became unbearable.
you were everywhere.

here, it is more a flashback.
constant highlights of dawn.

moving on, the steps are heavy.
not too proud to beg, but it is futile.

memory shudders and stirs.
one barely sane day to the next.

this shelter is cold.
empty of your words.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred

a cup.
speckled periwinkle.
atop dark blue.
fake enamel.
cheap ceramic.
ten years old.
two dollars.
at good stuff cheap.
daddy loved that store.
handle cracked, replaced.
more than once.
two chips missing.
the rim not to be whole again.
the circle is broken.
a slice fell out once.
the lines are clear.
stained black with coffee and tea.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Nine

due west.
the sun falls with regularity.
after the zenith of noon.
taking an edge off.
wind and cold.
the end of October.
no longer an end point.
but reality.
change, this is the time.
it comes in stages,
a step here, a step there.
subconscious working out the kinks.
of an embattled mind.
my leaves fell early this year.
and death should not be forced.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Eight

real talk.
this is who we are today.
listing along.
as an old band plays.
covers and Pink Floyd.
running up a tab.
these alcoholic dreams.
the dripping of fat.
real talk.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Seven

seven seas of Mercury.
frozen on a dime.
Fall was but an errant breeze.
counting into vines.
tendrils creep and suffocate.
Cthulu mocks us all.
ghosts crawl in and out, the bent.
remove the summer squalls.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Six

hand-rolled cigarettes.
and lobster stew.
the left doesn’t say.
what the right can do.
torn-up posters.
and winking eyes.
in the knowing.
we can despise.
the pride, but what is left?
a tombstone and a torniquet.
one punctuates, one stops an end.
grave or table, foe or friend.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Five

no way to force it.
panic burns, no good traction here.
new start unceasing.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Four

exhausted, no will.
pressures of life’s circle an
anvil, settled down.

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