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The ghost of I’m not good enough

Video available at the bottom of this page, of me performing this poem for the first time

The ghost of I’m not good enough
said he wanted to talk to me

Are you sure, I asked
I’m kind of busy right now

He said he wanted to tell me something
Do I really need to know this, I asked
I’m kind of busy right now

He said it was urgent
Do I really want to know this, I asked
I’m kind of busy right now

The ghost of I’m not good enough nodded

I’m sure, he said
You really need to know this
It’s a matter of life and death
especially if you don’t want to know this

All right, I said,
What’s the matter?

You’re not good enough, he said

I’m kind of busy right now, I said
It’s urgent
I’m sorry, did you say something?

You’re not good enough, he said

I’m sorry, what’s your point, I asked
What does this have to do with my life?
What does it have to do with my death?

I’m not good enough, he said
When you listen, you give me life
If you ignore me, it’s my death

(Written for #NaPoWriMo day 14, I haven’t had a chance to check the prompts yet)

The alchemist

I am the middle ground
between on the one hand
and the other

I am the linking pin
between no way
and of course

I am the assembly station
for good intentions
and bad outcomes

I am the liaison officer
for violent thoughts
and peaceful outcomes

I am the suspension bridge
where the twain
shall never meet

I am the Erlenmeyer
where one and one
will remain
one and one

I am the one
I am the only
I am neither god
nor man

My cauldron is empty
my fire extinguished
eternal youth
will not be yours

Death was killed by Batman

Death is a decoy
Death is a mannequin
Death is the shape of a human

Death is a fictional character
a super villain that appears in comic books

The impact of death extends
beyond its immediate utilitarian function

Death at times wields a scythe
which he uses in addition to violent dancing

Death has a choice
and yet he chooses to prey on innocents

Death is dressed in old clothes
Death is placed in open fields
Death is used to discourage

Death has no idea what fear really is
Death was killed by batman


Based on the day 12 prompt on http://www.NaPoWriMo.net: a “replacement” poem. Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem.

Snorting beauty

Sleeping Beauty DreamsShe was high for five years

after the seven dealers

paid her a visit


She talked manically

when he tried to kiss her

tongue in cheek


Her nose bled

when he pulled her

from the glass casket


She laughed hysterically

when he asked her

to marry him


When the buzz wore off

she had a headache

and went to sleep



Who needs a prince

when she already has

a white horse?


(#NaPoWriMo day 8 asked to rewrite a famous poem with your own take on it. I ended up rewriting a fairytale.)

Nine, ten, try again

nailbarOne batted eyelash

Two bat’s wings

Three crooked frog legs

Four crook’s rings

Five matted cobwebs

Six mat’s backs

Seven cooked snake skins

Eight cook’s necks


Boil them in the morning

Keep the lid on tight

Let them simmer in a brain pan

Leave it overnight


Drink it from a ram’s horn

Make sure you spill no drop

Your insomnia will be long gone

Your sleepless nights will stop


(#NaPoWriMo asked for a charm)

Dead man walking

There’s a dead man walking
down the corridor
I don’t mind
but I object
to dead men running
especially a marathon
or worse
an ultramarathon

Of course they win
They carry no dead weight

(#NaPoWriMo prompt 1. Take the title of your favourite book, poem or film and that’s the first line of your poem. With some poetic freedom I stuck to that suggestion 😉 )

Stale mate

Come to me
she whispered
black lips dripping
with blood

I need you

Come to me
she said
I have time available
at ten o’ clock

Does that suit you?

Come to me
she yelled
red fangs flaring
with unsavoured flesh

I want you

He looked up from his newspaper
Okay he said
let me finish the obituaries first

I’ve storybirded this poem: http://storybird.com/books/stale-mate/