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Ask the dust

The gin was conspicuously strewn across the room
leaving no chair free to sit on

The lice on my skull squirmed
thirsty for something else than blood and dandruff

I picked up the ripped bathrobe
soaked with milk and cornflakes

Sirens in the distance
Time to leave
The poets will be here soon

Written for #NaPoWriMo day 18. Using the prompt where you go to the nearest book and pick ten words from page 29 that attract your eye, and the use 7 of them for a poem. I ended up with 8. The book was Ask the dust from John Fante.

May I add that if you like poetry, John Fante is a writer you should really check out? His sentences are incredible.

Wishful thinking

I wish you were here
I am all alone in my hotel room
I can’t stop thinking about you

I feel lost without you
I want you near me
I want to be with you night and day

I’m not kidding

There was a prompt about ten lies… You as a reader are invited to do the wishful thinking and decide on truth or lies. Written for #NaPoWriMo day 17

Full stop

Jesus died for somebody’s sins
but not mine, he said.
Perfectly aware
he was strapped to an electric chair.

The rooster crowed three times.
My job is done, he said.
Perfectly aware
that he’d had none.

The man shrugged and said
I ate the apple since there was no stone to throw.
I was perfectly aware
that I’d reap what I sow.

The executioner washed his hands
and said my hands are clean.
Perfectly aware
of the unfolded scene.

Do you know what he did?
He killed all first-borns, I said.
Perfectly aware
that he did it.

Perfectly aware that he did it.

My contribution to #NaPoWriMo day 16. I used the first sentence of this song as a prompt:

Second hand

Won’t you lend your lungs to me?
My spare pair just got punctured.

I’ll return them on Friday
together with those flat feet I borrowed.

Would you like me to wash, iron and fold them
or do you prefer to do that yourself?

I’m afraid I spilled some tar and feathers on them
but I’m sure the stains will wear off

Now that we’re on the subject, may I ask:
Could you lend me a hand perhaps?

Written for #NaPoWriMo day 15. My inspiration was the first line of a Townes van Zandt song that I have always loved for its mysteriousness.

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.

In love with Babylon

do come easy to me.
They’re a flood,
they are hard to stop.

They fill my mind up
with endless observations
interpretations, evaluations
considerations, variations
infatuations –

with other people’s words,
who can make them dance,

conveying images, thoughts, meanings,
insights feelings

translating their brain
to mine
with slight alterations
and hesitations –

Will I catch their drift?
Will I see what they see?
Will I understand how they feel?
Will I get what they mean?

Will I see who they are
and hear what they are saying?
Will I reflect
or reject?

Will I judge
and search for the first stone
because I know what I mean
and what life is like in my shoes?

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One of the NaPoWriMo day 9 prompts was to write an add… I happen to sell stuff, so I figured I’d give advertising my work I try. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I thank the Violent Femmes for the title:

She talked about how sweet he was

She talked about how sweet he was
and how her parents would never meet him

She talked about how sweet he was
and how he went back to his wife

She talked about how sweet he was
and how she cried for a week

She talked about how sweet he was
and how he couldn’t stand that she had a boyfriend now

She talked about how sweet he was
she talked and talked and talked

The man who listened to her was silent
and I wondered what he thought

Did he wonder
how she bought that
just like me

Did he wonder
can I fuck her
just like him

Did he wonder
how the asshole got away with it
just like I did

She talked about how sweet he was
and I just wanted to hit her

(For #NaPoWriMo day 9, ignoring all the prompts)