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Monthly Archives: April 2017
Insanity (Day 30, 2017)
NaPoWriMo ends today. Insanity Studies show that most people don’t bother to use actual words in text messages because it’s too much effort to spell you being that it takes two more thumb taps and my wife says clicking the Facebook links … Continue reading
Posted in best-laid plans, clusterfuck, NaPoWriMo, poetry
Tagged NaPoWriMo, Poetry, self-pity
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To Those Who Patronize Strip Clubs (Day 29, 2017)
Tomorrow is the last day of National Poetry Writing Month. To Those Who Patronize Strip Clubs Strip clubs are great if you can’t get a woman to disrobe for free and you prefer your arousal devoid of personal connection, her eyes, … Continue reading
A Letter of Apology (Day 28, 2017)
Almost done with National Poetry Writing Month. A Letter of Apology I’m sorry you came here for lighthearted levity, bright airy reveries, gentle irreverence free from the snark and the snarl and the bile, the sickly perverse and the dark and … Continue reading
Easily Offended (Day 27, 2017)
We are 27 days into National Poetry Writing Month. Easily Offended it wasn’t the swear words that upset her not just them, anyway he could be funny and kind but his mind traveled to places she preferred to pretend did not … Continue reading
What the Cat Saw (Day 26, 2017)
Just a few more days to go for National Poetry Writing Month. What the Cat Saw The cat balances on the back of the couch with her face pressed against the window watching the little boy play soccer in the neighbor’s … Continue reading
Smile, Chuck! (Day 25, 2017)
Day 25 of National Poetry Writing Month. Smile, Chuck! Someone is taking a picture freezing this moment for millions who have never and will never be in the room with you but who want to understand why so many love and … Continue reading
Posted in history, NaPoWriMo, people, poetry
Tagged Beach Boys, Charles Manson, cult, Murder, NaPoWriMo, orgy, poem, Poetry, smile
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I’m Tired of Poems (Day 24, 2017)
This is the 24th day of National Poetry Writing Month. I’m Tired of Poems I’m tired of poems about butterflies and lilac bushes and hope and love and beauty all that worn-out shit I want the poetry of blood-spattered curtains and … Continue reading
A Deer Loses the Will to Live (Day 23, 2017)
Today is the 23rd day of National Poetry Writing Month. A Deer Loses the Will to Live Perhaps the rest of the herd hated him talked behind his tail blamed him for the tick outbreak Maybe the does refused to rut … Continue reading
Solar Energy (Day 22, 2017)
Today, Julie and I decided to write poems about the same topic. She suggested “solar energy.” It is the 22nd day of National Poetry Writing Month. Solar Energy He stood in the shower cringing mouth twisted in pain wishing the hotel had low-pressure … Continue reading
Posted in best-laid plans, NaPoWriMo, poetry
Tagged beach, blue balls, NaPoWriMo, poem, Poetry, solar energy, sunburn
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When in Paris (Day 21, 2017)
For the 21st day of National Poetry Writing Month, I exchanged poem titles with Julie Ayers. The poem she wrote is here. When in Paris she never visits the Tower or the Arc or Mona Lisa but instead descends underground to the subway … Continue reading
Posted in NaPoWriMo, observations, people, poetry
Tagged armpits, NaPoWriMo, Paris, poem, Poetry
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