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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.21.24 “Windward Hue"

Blue is the sky Is the reason I sigh Is the same as the sea As the water that makes up most of me Blue is the sky, presiding ad-hoc kingdom above Is the egg of a robin and dove Is the same as the waters that cleanse As the light that’s refracted from my contact lens Blue is the color scored into my eye Is the reason purifies thy Is the same as the forces that be By their collar, their blood flows like the sea Blue is the reason The light of the season Be it summer, spring, winter, or autumn Drink each glass down, while you have, while you’ve got’em Blue is above us Unchallenged and such thus Dive into my eyes as the sea and the sky and the azurite hue As the wind and the water and the dirt such is blue ‘Fore the sea bled from wine into water Reverse the great miracles that we inter So that god might become man Drown him and dry him and give him a plan Let him talk and talk and talk for weeks Until at last, he too, is blue in the cheeks

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.20.24 “April Fool's"

Imagine, for a moment To be the first Fool of April To experience blunder and wonder Simultaneously On the breath between spring and summer That infinitesimally brief breath Almost a gasp Not quite a sigh Imagine, for that briefest of moments Finding yourself the jingling, dancing barn-yard ass Ass-end of the joke That moment of crass incredulity More disbelief than a repentant sinner To fall, tripped, face down on the floor What a gut-renching guffaw Take briefly that moment imagined To jab at your funny-boned friends Nagging and niggling and tickling too What an incredibly shock it must to be Transformed from a man To an ass As one so oddly did one midsummer

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.19.24 “The Hunting Race"

I’m not enough to idealize To be a prize To idolize But just enough to plagiarize I’m not enough, I realize No pretty face to tantalize I’m not enough to give pursuit In rags or jams or paneled suit It seems that in the race I trip and stumble Always short of accomplishing Not enough for disdain But enough to refrain No place to stand out Smart enough not to fail Fool enough to fall a rung short of success I’m not pretty enough with my clothes on I’m not sexy enough with them off Neither seem to afford me Much of any good thing Just beneath the bosom of fortune Where I lie In the navel Without a vessel to hold me To behold me I am struck a graven Navy-blooded man The spectre of success slips from me Drips from me like sticky succor Staining me in its sanguine Coating me in Christmas arms Of envious green and red Not good enough to be read But enough to be said Spoken into echoing halls in my head I’m not quite strong enough But always am I tough How middling will I die? For all the world, against, I try Laced fingers crossed upon my breast Heart beats through my palms I sleep for now, tomorrow haunts hunt the world

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.18.24 “What It Must Be Like to Not Be Me"

Were I were a wealthy man I’d buy all that I wish For money is the genie green inside a pocket-card My life is plagued Red in the books as England was by the Black With doubt and dismay and dissident dreams How can any man abide The ill and misfortune Of peer and pauper unacquainted What antiquated notion Leads wealth into lordhood Even ancient lords did deny The Lord Even The Lord did deny The world Much as wealthy men did materially Spiritual currency spent and lent Loaned like the spirit Threaded in finer silks Were I a wealthy man Capable of such greatness I’d be So that I might remedy kith and kin To college and to leisure If it be their pleasure The bills and debts belayed From me, it’s all to be paid If I were a rich man I’d be a bitch, man Bit of a snitch, man Selfish in a pinch, man How different a life to lead Filled with nothing that made me, me Such lawn shavings will behead us all How does the green fall like leaves far from autumn Into the most contemptible of gardens?

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.4.24 “Master Harper's Whistle Tune"

My final words spoken As to life, I am awoken Return now to sleep Oh, darling, not weep My scream and wail and cry As to death, I close my eye My hands reach out As to grope and shout “Where is the world of my childhood?! Filled with things that are bright and good? Where Is my kin-sapling; Planted as seed?” Pray, let it burgeon, spare it the likeness of weed Plucked from this garden O’erripe I’ve become then Before age spoils loam Send me to pasture; assured that all roads lead one to roam Surely as I was to be born Measured of weight, cut and shorn Expelled from the Garden of Eve To a life filled with little reprieve With a schedule of work That I’d dutifully shirk Let me leave as I entered As a whole and un-splintered Weary, wary, follow the faerie- Light and flitting on yon ferry Travel will never bring ease No matter your fortune may please High on the wings of the albatross Over oceans and death do I cross Worry not and leave me a sight penniless I’m no longer tethered to that shore, I confess My first and final To be etch in my ashes, made vinyl Dulcet untrained lullabies Available in stores now, while there’s supplies Weep not, sweep not my ashes away While the writing hand writes, I shall obey My body, a temple that I sorely haunt On this, my perennial jaunt

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.16.24 “Hindsight"

Twenty twenty bedroom walls Wall by wall by wall of tan untainted paint Sense of home of longing love Is scant unheard of; faint Room for a bed, And ahead at the foot Is a door to the rest of the suite Not a space to be owned, so stay put With sheets and statues All knicks and knacks Room for what That little seems filled with packs Runaway child will collect concrete-crack weeds

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.15.24 “Stamps“

Let me pay the postman Who sends my s.w.a.k. away Let me pay with penance With pennants and reminders Remainders of my taxes Waxing moons and bent and broken spoons Let me pay the postman Who sends my parcel to partners With letters laced with love Doodles and daliance And not delays But in many many ways Let me pay the postman Who sends my love’s my love With scribbles and scrabbles Points both high and low With leaves and petals And victorious medals Please postman let me pay

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.14.24 “What Good is "If" "

If I forget to do it If I do it because If not now then when If not me then who If not this then what? If I forget again, will you remind me If I fall will you help me up If everything repeats itself again If a stone becomes a club If a club chips to a spear If a spear is used to hunt If the hunt is used to kill If I keep going on and on If the world keeps spinning on and on If you forgot to breathe and I forgot to breathe If we gave peace a chance If we found way to agree on the what and the why If not the how If it gets done, it’s because of me If it doesn’t it is still because of me If you stay I will smile If you leave I will smile, after a long while If If is enough If is hope If is opportunity If I make it If I try If I work hard enough, be strong enough If If carries me on the wax-feathered wings If is somebody If is nobody If will leave me blinded and stranded on an island If is a journey of mind and body If I forget If you will be there at the end of it all

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.13.24 “School's (Shoot) Out"

Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last School is for shouts and cheers Cries and jeers Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Drumsteps ringing in my ears Metallic scrape – my fears Crash! Flash! All quiet at last Question-hand raised hair on my skin Sand slips twixt fingers as time’s growing thin Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Milquetoast manners Classmates red penned planners Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Efforts redoubled over, bubbled over Line down the hall, guidance counselor comfort Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last You were the bomb, til pipe lockered, smoking If only, if only, we ever were joking Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Dust settles, minds too Finish the spring, alone, without you

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.12.24 “Tall Tales"

He’s six foot and charming And does what he’s asked He’ll say please and thank you And he’ll do what is tasked To the music, he’s dancing Sanctimoniously Effortlessly romancing Unintentionally He’s uncertain with his sanity And isn’t sure if he’s real He’s doing what he can Which is everything; what’s his deal? To the moonrise he is staring Filled with gumption Filled with caring Constant are his thoughts, cautious in assumption He’s the author and writer and hides behinds words Sending out calls to the morning; he’s brained with the birds

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.11.24 “Mono-(Leaving Me In)-Stiches"

City-Slicker Sun Screen -One bedroom studio apartment, work from home, curtains drawn Californian Winter -Won’t take snow for an answer Malcontent Mother -Rose cheeked, rosehips, rose lips; I rose Oasis -Many ways, here is a wonderful mirage Ghost Pirate-Putians -Garbage Bag-Billowing Sails Folly -Remake yourself in pursuit of one in hiding

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.10.24 “Heaven Postponed-- Interim Lunch"

We all have a Last Supper In our pantry cupboard If a wafer Will pay for My admittance to Heaven Then unleaven My bread The angels may call with coronets But until I’ve finished my french baguettes I will not be rising It isn’t surprising What a good meal will do to feel satisfied For me and for you to be gratified As we are The afterlife can wait For me to lick and clean my plate So if you come on feathered wings Be cautious that I don’t pluck and fry them tasty things If you call upon me on Sunday A much stuffed man will you find unmoved by Monday Will I be So give me my wafer and my wine My wishes are knotted up in twine Let me be hallow Filled with spirit and spud in my hollow I’ll even tip Not tithe, after that final sip And roll, not float, on high

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.9.24 “Bedtime Ode"

In my bed I’m in my head I’m to be wed To dreams In my bed I’m full of lead I’m guided to the carpet red On the words of stories, other’s said In my bed I am still awake I am waiting on the yard to rake Leave me alone with leaves to take Beneath sheets of autumn will I wake In my bed I am still dreaming Of a morning with some meaning Only seeming To be sleeping In my bed,oh bed, sweet bed of mine condemned Such restlessness to rest is stemmed How I hate you, how I love you late-night friend How I still forsake your presence that I might ascend Oh bed, that I am in Will your rest ensure my win

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.8.24 “All Way Stop“

How many times we never Should have crossed paths And yet, gentle-good knight Echoing after the Holy Grail That you have made of me So bloody is the knight that crusades You have placed me in the skies Filled with fears of lows and highs Transmogrified me into isolation Both having limitless and zero value A fox in the hunt, trailed by red-smeared wake Destruction and disregard Even for the very Grail, given pursuit There are not numbers left to count No equations to cross-section And yet, gentle place of personage I will not go to Heaven No sly misstep, nor childish pursuit She will not have me, save as game How many times we never Should have met I look up to face your blue-brown eyes That joust at me for sport What noble quest you seek within my blood I cannot grant you what you seek Immortal, yet, I’ve made you Flocks of fingernail-cut threats Petrichor mixed with Sex-Ed sampled Old Spice Blood down my arm, I am knighted Half self-inflicted; other half not Tied in a knot wrapped like Orion In that way we’re half the same already, good knight Only now I have blood in my mouth, that you’ve bit me How many times we never Should have crossed paths Yet like a cuter Cuiper Belt You all kept crashing into me starry-eyed knights Leaving me pock-marked Stark contrast and damaged to last Why did we meet when we did And did I let you do what you did What did I do?

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.7.24 “Post Cards I Never Sent From Paradise"

I wish you were here Without you, waterfall eyelids Aren’t worth the wait To slide–down the cheek I wish you were here Every room and hall and parking spot Empty, leaving me spinning in place Blank shot revolver door, still firing I wish you were here Wiping away each raindrop Filling the space in my arms Listening to heartbeat accompanied sighs I wish you were here The rain was always your favorite Even if I made it for you Oh gods above Do I ever wish you were here

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.6.24 “How Better to Become a Community"

Nice is too short of a word to get far But when your primary descriptor Is malicious That word has reach Kindness will get you far But ostentatious farther Friendship is fine and dandy But ships set sail and sink Nice, like ice will melt Spite will cut cleaner than any knife Through any ice Any sail Bitterness is full of sounds that shield Be careful how such subtleties Pass from hand to hand While these larger meaner words Keep the world at bay as you might With a stick or any many or sharper thing

Being kind will keep people close Others will have to be Whether they wish to or not Letters alone won’t suffice And words must form to sentences Together kind can become kindness And thought it is close to a mess A clutter

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.5.24 “That Ain't Playing Phaoroh at the American Dream“

What’s a dollar Dollar bill Y’all? Lying? Trying? Dying? For this green? Grass and trees and leaves fall all the same Why play pretend with markets in the clouds What is a dollar, a buck, a doe? Although without I’m dying, trying, lying Asking why I’m not enough Dollar bill, y’all Survive on these slip Slip, slip, slippery slope Pink slip car loan Pink slip house loan –Reminder I’m a man– Can’t afford my home, my car, my life What’s a dollar An hour? How many? I’m spending my day working for so little When the bed I sleep in, in the house I weep in Will never be bought with that labor Who enjoys the fruits of these planted labors? What juice spills from distant lips?

What’s a dollar? Dollar bill Y’all aren’t all vying for more? Trying for more Dying for more? Why must we play pretend–passing ice-coins Wintered the weather about to maintain this illusion This song and dance Won at the tip of a lance Am I to die on the streets where I sleep After a hard days work Gunned down by a passerby whose offense is taken At my presence In my work, when offense is taken At my presence What sense does it make to not be seen Santa’s little helpers Slaving away So some other might gloat and tote Can I sleep on it? Wipe my weeping tears on it? Who will take what I have Leaving what little for tomorrow And tomorrow’s tomorrow Before I again have to borrow So that this cycle of green Of greed Of grasses–greener Perennially blooms; forebodes doom

Where is safe from this dollar? Dollar bill Y’all The grass is always greener The management always meaner The bankers always keener I am saving, graving, paving the way But not to walk upon but on I am the stone–ascended Who can afford to be single? Who can afford just one? In a market that’s rising–water levels Left to drown I can swim–only so long Tread water, dread water, fed water And drown Green stays afloat It is soluble, solution, able and capable Why must I live to work and not Live and work Where did the and’s go? Where did the green go? Barren and wearing no colors of life The suburbs and cities and folks are all white Washed and packaged for resale again No space is owned save the barony lords

What is a dollar? Dollar bill Y’all Learn all day To work all day ‘Til your dying day What is there to say? “He was a busy and dedicated man to his work” Will his work remember him Remembered for his work Who will grieve the cog replaced The seed replanted The crack that’s mended When the old days are waning The sunset soon fading I will keep working for that return of the green The average mean The stacks slapped in my hand To feed and afford what I can Because what use is a dollar That can never call her Back Buy my time Back Take it all Back What use is a dollar? That can’t buy back my time wasted in youth In adulthood so ruth-lessly sought

What is a dollar? Dollar bill Y’all Aren’t struggle to own any bit of your life Your car is on loan and your house and your wife At the slightest inconvenience The drop of margins Swoops the executive C On to elevate thee Claiming your purchases are just temporary They’ve licensed your time Your work and Your sight All that you own And all that you might Work for that dollar Plug and play on their game I’ll keep dreaming, Filling reem in -of paper And dream of my paper My dollar Dollar bill Y’all

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