NaPoWriMo #16

Becoming Real

I bought a web domain
to have a go at being real.
I’ve been unreal
for a long time–
living in odd places–
places where people
aren’t supposed to live…
open mics
message boards
Twitter…

Now I live in palaces in the sun.
Now I’m finally real.
My words live in houses of the wholly realized.

Contrary to popular mythos
there is love on the internet
and it comes from knowing there’s
a home for broken sentences
and calcified syntax.

NaPoWriMo Lucky 13 [video]

if we are living we are not made of stone.

if we are living we are not made of stone.
our bones are not broken yet.
we’ve made our houses in the shade
and our blankets are dry for now.
we dream of drinking light
and our shadows turn to bricks
with which we construct new libraries
and all the books are made of
our best stories
our best shelves

puddles splash forever
light crawls into pores
the sun is only softness
and never shades of brutality.

all business dies.
all business dies.
and the curse of commerce is lifted

NaPoWriMo #12 [w/ video]

Nocturnal Ode

She’s asleep in bed
dreaming of charging demons
and sugar plums
or whatever it is she dreams

I’m a night creature now
to escape the demands
of the day
where all the sickness of the sun
swelters clammy flesh to stinking
and the garbage takes on new
molecular forms to perfume the neighborhood
with coffee grounds and dead diapers
I’m allergic to the ultra-violent Texas rays

In a few hours the solar climb begins skyward
and I will climb into bed
where I will dream of cities made entirely
of dumpsters
I can’t stop dreaming of trash.
It washes in–
tidal
and soils everything pure.

NaPoWriMo 2020 #11 [video]

The Mountain is a Lie

you never question the character of a mountain
until you’re on top of one.
You realize that up here is just like down there,
only higher,
and you feel like you should experience
something more profound than this.

So maybe you post a picture on instagram
of you meditating on the mountain
to give the impression of the profundity
you think you should feel.

You get lots of likes
and people think you’re profound
and you let people think that
because it makes you feel good
and it gets you laid
sometimes.

It doesn’t matter that you’re a fraud
because so is everyone else.

Because nobody feels what they think they should
on top of a mountain.
It’s all propaganda put out by the
mountain industry
to keep people hiking
up listless climes.

/wal-mart birds/

I try to pants Jess while
she’s cleaning
and she tells me no
so I take out the garbage
which is mostly coffee grounds
because that’s the bulk
of our diet.

Outside it’s warm.
It’s one of those warmedover
Texas evenings
that feels like somebody
just turned off the skillet

An ambulance blairs
down Lamar
and El Pollo Rico
is running low on customers
The drive thru sign reads
VE
RU
and I wonder how it came
to be that all drive throughs
became drive thrus

The grackles gather
near a dumpster.
A family dinner.
Jessi’s sister calls them
“Wal-mart birds”

I take the trash to the dumpster
and think about how long
it’s been since I last
slept outside
and how glad I am
to not have to fight
wal-mart birds
for dinner.

I go back inside
because I can do that now
and make myself some more
coffee.