Ahoy, scribblers! I'll be posting more NaPoWriMo poems this month—when the spirit moves me. And on Day #11, color me moved. Today's prompt: "Write a poem of the five senses."
December 30
At 1:03 in the morning a fart
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed
to write this down without
my glasses on.
By Richard Brautigan
Now let's see those poems!
He Said, She Said
She said, There oughta be a law.
He said (reversing the manifesto mandate), Loose pants from now on.
She said, The better to swash in, the better to hammer and the better to swarm.
He said, When the going gets tough, get a better costume.
She said I have none I have only these skinned knees.
He said, I've been trying to say there was a mirage, it fizzled and I quit it.
She said, Sayonara suckers, we'll keep the burlap bag, kitschy glassware, mix tapes of acrylic and ball point pen.
He said, I still don't like The Future, but somehow it picked me up there and dropped me off here.
She said, The future, mon chéri, every instant we are so close.
He said, Like unrequited love I stole from your mouth.
She said, Stealing is just bad sharing.
He said, I wanna have him beat up.
Posted here.
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dieffenbachia
dumb cane
porcelain rudolph with
missing hind leg, nose rubbed to rust
anime eye and freckled ears
tuning eternal
neighbor moves out of the boot
breakable man
remains on ground
being broken
your mother’s schoolgirl crush
on Blue Beard
cutlery bolts from home
leaves no note
sprinting
cow knowing nothing of moon
Posted here.
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A Lecture From Heidegger
In a book on the essence of truth
I read, in the soul there is an aviary
or more generally thinking, a container
quiet and still, completely empty
it becomes gradually filled with the stuff of time
oh, and birds, various kind, of color and song
resonating in flocks far apart
from the rest of smaller and looser gatherings
and the solitary flitting hither and there
pondering Plato and possession
of knowing versus calling expressly to mind
subtleties, having-present or making-present
a longing to learn of what would be
found in philosophers view upon setting sights
on the space where birds once flew, through a cage door loosed.
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