National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/21: “one brief, shining moment”

peering around a curtain, through the veil, there, the glittering city of camelot awaits, the king and queen on their thrones, on the dais, awaiting their last child. the king’s skull is cracked open, flesh peeling away from the jagged edges, brains erupting from the hole left behind, dripping down into a grinning, personable mouth. the queen’s gown is infamously splattered, her skin made-up, unblemished, and wrinkled, a sparkling lady with flesh dripping from her…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/20: “major depressive”

scene: the fields pastoral, rural prairie, dreamscape, entrapments of the mind and body clouding the whirring brains of the actors. hazy, foggy thoughts, limbs moving through water, everything a farce, a pretend-game, ‘speak your lines to me and i’ll say mine back.’ real life, she’s so close, she’s getting closer every day, she’s awakening from her dream and letting her heartbeat settle in reality. she was not herself, before, but let her be her now;…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/19: “predestination”

selfish patroclus, how dare you keep the king from us, golden-haired and strong-limbed, just because you love him? has he not a life string? has he not a prophesied fate? has he not been promised to the gods, once he is finished among the mortals? you may not take that from us, that which you do not understand, patroclus, for he is an ocean boy, godling, and he belongs in the mountains and skies. selfish,…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/18: “Redux”

Oh, beautiful for spacious skies, for endless seas of blue, for desperation, human cries, hands reaching out to you! America! America! We lay our claim on thee! And take thy woods sans brotherhood from sea to shining sea! Oh, beautiful for pilgrim feet, who stomp down off their ships, a European bastard fleet, with demands on their lips! America! America! Sweep dust beneath your rugs! Blacken thy soul with stolen coal! for deified thieving thugs!…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/17: “eye contact”

your only duty is to be desired you are meant to be obtained you were born with two sisters and they send a man to relieve you of the pain of mortal life you, molested by poseidon you, punished by athena you, you, you, hiding in your cave awaiting an end disciplined without sin you remain in your grotto with echoing hiss without touch of flesh a golden spring brings him his bronze shield around…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/16: “because it lasts”

darling, bastard, sweetheart, enemy, brother-in-arms, last man on earth, is this all our fault? has our final breath, exhalation of humanity, led us to this, our armageddon? days become weeks become years on the other side of death, afterlife, things mean less and less each passing day; whether or not we spoke then or speak now is all smashed glass in the face of eternity. two sides of one coin, thin-edged, north and south, equator…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/15: “antidote to poison”

coward, coward, coward! revelations tells of a hell for you, along with sorcerers and murderers, as all three use special skills to take away that which is not theirs! you take and you take from a world that is not for you! you are inward, yellow, shrieking, and the world spins on, unfamiliar, because you do not have the eyes to see it! pass your retina back and forth, witches without prophecies, shapes without edges,…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/14: “mercy, mercy”

the glint of an eye, a flash of wrong-direction silver, “how can i help you? oh, just down this way, a couple of blocks, you can’t miss it.” grey tree trunks, wide and block and thousands of feet tall, redwood never felt quite so bold, pulling gravity backwards, middle child syndrome, compensation. bundles of heat, red-hot burning fires all over, consumed by a necessary chill, from years of betrayals and bee stings that never quite…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/13: “hollow”

all it takes is one, one moment, one flash of doubt, one oh-god, one heartstopper, and you’re back where you were. what a fool you were, to think otherwise, imbecile, idiot, empty-headed bastard striving beyond your station. reach, adam, reach for the stars, knowing that if you miss, you’ll burn out just as easily, rotten apple core on the ground. she dies without you, and she dies with you, but for you, the death with…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/12: “the end”

this is just like all the others; you tell everyone that, over and over again, every day, and maybe you even tell yourself, but you know that’s not true. you remember flashes of color, a hand grasping and falling from yours, ocean rising up to meet you, an entirely different world than the one you’re expected to love. then, pain, and so much of it, so much your nose bleeds from remembering, and a hand…

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