NaPoWriMo Poems Day #5

Are your hands getting tired yet? Today's prompt: write a poem in honor of baseball's Opening Day! I'd write one about how my head must have a ball magnet inside of it, because no matter where I am, if balls are flying around (!), I'll be out cold before the seventh quarter. GOOOOOOOOOAL!

   

Now onto the poems!

Lake Sketch
        —For Brian Ang

What will impress the death cult? The beautiful, vacant

death cult? What will impress the mirror-writing lump,

water’s canto, her cinema,

commerce’s atomic center?

What will impress the cult of death?

The cult of holes, of clothes. The cult of sharp elbows.

The empress of the lake is here, all 90 degree angles.

Hello empress of the lake. She answers through her teeth of zeros, in geese.

To move five stones to the right is to enforce the
odds. To pepper-spray a toddler in the springtime,  Printemps Paris.

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Spring Thursday


Everything doesn't need
To smell like egg
For your day to be shitty
But it doesn't hurt
Meanwhile the city
Is not one for pity
Still it feels good to ask

Maybe I should move
To a permanent lunch
The fulcrum of every day
Balanced there you see
What happens everywhere
Doesn't stay there

Hey self here's an idea
For your idea museum
Let's forget we ever
Breathed without singing
Into each moment of
Shirtsleeve weather

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Everything is Green and See-Through

a friend in fashion reported. Now

April in the country, my window

concurs. The best kind of green

is the green I’m seeing, Do you see it?

If ever there was a day to fall in love

with Kentucky, it might be today.

Today could have changed my mind

about cremation, made me want to go

down into the soil and have things grow

from my bones, to be buried deep in the

dark dirt that keeps managing to turn out

such alive living things. I’m all out of ideas

for what to do with my life. So I make dinner

and wait, wait for him to return from the road,

and for my dog to come in frantic triumph.

I like to memorize things while I wait:

the way the houseplant leans toward

the outside plant, and how they both look

so radiant in their greens that I want to

wear them while I cry the clearest of tears.

Posted here.