Saturday, September 15th, 2012
That song reminds me
of gorgeous days, holding your
hand, laughing, crooning.
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Friday, September 14th, 2012
Everyone could tell
the dragon was fake when it
became a giant.
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Thursday, September 13th, 2012
They couldn’t agree
on shoe stores, wine lists, small talk
or most anything.
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Wednesday, September 12th, 2012
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- the stinging storm
Sun turns to darkness
turns to rain turns to hail on
a June afternoon.
- the littlest wish
She beheld the cake
and presents and besties and
wished with eyes shut tight.
- first day of summer school
Her backpack has a
stowaway hitchhiker who
wants to sleep in class.
- idiocracy by the numbers
What’s scarier? One
lone idiot or a mob
of crazed idiots?
- a weed in the kitchen
A tomato waits
to be born in a cramped pot
on a dark counter.
- new south blues
Where once was farmland
and forests now stands Starbucks
and Piggly Wiggly.
- ode to a fallen truck
The monster plowed through
many a dirt road and mall
lot on big tankfuls.
- lenses
We look at the world
through warped lenses, eyeing each
other with concern.
- to the guillotine
They marched to their doom,
not for crimes committed, but
for years of service.
- the fraternity of the notebook and pen
They would never be
strangers. Each member knows their
kin from all newsrooms.
- sustainable food 2012
People, people who
eat people are the super
hungriest people …
- walking invalid
Her brain demanded
she be happy and sane and
miserable, too.
- the hum of comfort
As long as the fan,
fridge, TV and computer
work, summer’s a blast.
- american nightmare
New dream: Can we stop
working one day? Newer: Will
we have enough work?
- ode to a catfish
Dark orphan purrs his
way into a regal life
in hilltop castle.
- dream car
Runs on moxie, parks
anywhere, top comes down, big
cup holder, blasts tunes.
- summer at last
The walk from parking
lot to doorway roasts bare flesh
with intense UV.
- the limits of obsession
Sifting through garbage,
watching through binoculars,
but no mornings, please.
- the blind recruiter
The agency wants
the right candidate, but no
one too “elderly.”
- all the ghosts have moved on
He looked back for friends
from childhood, lost loves, schoolmates,
but they were all dead.
- the torch approaches
Along a quiet
road in the English country,
a flame heads homeward.
- baskets beyond
Weaving the strips in
deliberate sequence to
make lovely patterns.
- problems, solutions and everything in-between
Some educated
guesses mixed with wild hunches
to look somewhat smart.
- digital cave drawings
Our hieroglyphics
consist of pithy slogans
on sunset photos.
- symphonic oddities
If the platypus
played an instrument in band,
it would be trombone.
- vaudeville in the woods
The young campers hop
about backstage, waiting to
dazzle their parents.
- the lost inbox
Fate tosses select
emails declaring love, hate
aside for more spam.
- 100 degrees at the beach
Let’s hide in the cool
of the ocean, when the sand
scorches our bare skin.
- a reviewer’s eye
The ability
to spot talent, flaws, passion,
potential, mistakes.
- face race
She wouldn’t dare step
out without a dab of blush,
lipstick and liner.
- keep america dutiful
Picture a nation
that crowds its polls and teaches
its young as a norm.
- the trout was innocent
The eager scamp dropped
the fish on an untended
foot. She yelped and fled.
- the fireworks continue
Firecrackers bang
through the night, lit by tempers
on loosened triggers.
- becoming undone
They shared space, yet kept
their distance, unable to
find the words to meet.
- after the service, before the church picnic
Parson Wilkinson
sped through a shorter prayer when
he was too hungry.
- stomp the pool
Little bathers romp
in 3-inch water, splashing
and laughing in waves.
- garden trespassers
The fresh produce aisle
attracted furry and winged
shoplifters to feast.
- vacation from beeps
“This cabin,” the dad
declared, “is off limits to
phones, gadgets and gear.”
- the fallow corporate farm
In the dim and dust,
rows of cubicles remain
unmanned, untended.
- weather extreme
Blistering heat wave
interrupted by clanging
thunder and harsh storms.
- modern meditation
If peace and bliss can’t
come through breathing and yoga,
give me Valium, stat.
- making ends meet
What bills get paid and
don’t seems silly when children’s
bellies rumble on.
- strange stirrings
Once she got ahold
of his heart, she made it dance
and race at her will.
- visual communion
They stared into each
other’s eyes, comfortably
alone from the world.
- songs among the nothings
She spoke like a jazz
sax solo. Her audience
of one begged for more.
- all you need is
Makes the world go ’round.
Is a many splendored thing.
Is blind. Conquers all.
- flawless perception
They were never flaws
to her, but more like worn-in
quirks to be adored.
- sentiment immortal
His love refused to
lie dormant, creeping up through
soul cracks to sunlight.
- more vulnerable than venerable
True love scares me, but
I have found it scarier
to go without it.
- no more empathy
The mob grew in size
as disgruntled users called
for firing squads.
- if not for the tall blades
The sidewalk cracks were
hidden behind the weeds and
heaps of dry branches.
- business envy
The drone longed for air.
The field agent longed for rest.
The jobless, for work.
- solar system refugee
A steel probe hurtled
toward deep space, guided by where
it had once surveyed.
- a history once whispered
The technicians put
in a bare slab where once stood
a bronze champion.
- darkness at the edges
Gloom descends, not in
a sudden wave, but as a
creeping fog of dread.
- the bounty
Her broad bonnet at
the window meant a basket
of unwanted squash.
- a drink of dust
Rows of seeds crawl out
of the baked earth to breathe their
last before dying.
- the gymnast’s lament
A slip becomes a
deduction, and a small fall
into a big plunge.
- the boldest steps
The boldest steps are
often the quietest ones,
tiptoeing forward.
- track star
Speakers bop, earbuds
pop, an infectious rhythm
comes with a tight riff.
- two feet high
The champion stands
above others, hand over
heart, beaming proudly.
- whispers
Once in a while, a
few rumors slip past the wall
of cynicism.
- tuning up by the stove
One pot simmers, a
pan warms up, the cutting board
groans with chopped items.
- interplanetary roadtrip
Curiosity
brings us to Mars. Let’s drive to
the new horizon.
- the universe makes no sense
We unite to make
great things, yet spar over slights
real and imagined.
- a start and a finish line aren’t enough
No more plain races.
Add hurdles, pace car, pursuit,
targets and synchro.
- the dozer
The salesman pitched his
wares to the audience, save
for one sleeping gent.
- shopper’s lament
Cashier wasted time
ringing up coupons, time she
could have been clipping.
- ask not for whom the school bell tolls
They played in the yard
somberly. Soon, the school year
would claim their free time.
- the modern crusades
They shopped and shunned as
a congregation, secure
in their holy cause.
- a bit overloaded
The ones struggled down
the circuit, the zeroes kept
still. Micro meltdown.
- man’s best fiend
The schnauzer snuck out
to dance in the rain, leaving
mud tracks back inside.
- force of habitual reading
About 12 pages
into the mystery, he
took a sip of tea.
- sponsor saturation
After the ad came
a promotion, then a paid
message and come-on.
- though the squirrels had it first
The bulldozers left
in their wake a picturesque
park where kids could romp.
- missteps among the suvs
The marching band sweats
and struts in the parking lot
as the field is mowed.
- pumped
The bodybuilder
in the mirror had once been
a shadow of doubt.
- all eyes front
A gaggle of new
faces stared from rows of desks
at the scared teacher.
- the stork 2012
Delivering tots
requires tracking codes, thumb
scans and good earplugs.
- deferred admissions
Lead by example,
a great ideal that falters
among flawed rulers.
- tics
Wash the hands, scrub the
hands, flex the knee, check the phone,
wash the hands, glance left …
- opera of the times
The fat lady skips
the aria to wheeze from
poor health management.
- like a warm itchy blanket
I wrap myself in
hate and look upon the world
with mistrustful eyes.
- trudging the campaign trail
The candidate knocked,
but the dweller had no clue
it was time to vote.
- hurricane party
The hardy few stayed
behind to mix cocktails and
serenade the wind.
- decision day
Which candidate? Do
I stay or flee? Ignore or
take call? Nap or jog?
- it shouldn’t be this nice
Hurricane nearby
sometimes produces crazy
beautiful weather.
- the homework begins
Read two books, write three
papers, dissect a worm, solve
the worksheet. First week.
- yule celebrate now
Now that back-to-school
season is over, stores can
focus on … Christmas.
- hidden flasks and other rituals
The season ticket
holder took a little nip
in case his prayer failed.
- knock knock who’s there it’s leaves
Along came fall to
the party, early with a
flashy ensemble.
- in honor of 70-hour work weeks
Spend the holiday
planning how to do the same
work in fewer days.
- evolution of candidate support
“Smith for Congress,” once
a yard sign, now ironic
temporary tat.
- the city on the edge of foreclosure
Abandoned buildings
along the one-way streets waved
goodbye to locals.
- the trend is bucked
Rather than follow
the crowd, the freshman opened
a book for pleasure.
- how to win at stomach punching
Aim low. No, lower.
Administer repeated
blows. Always go first.
- at times, she misses him
The empty spot on
the couch, the missing footsteps
behind her, the fuzz.
- twilight of the scarecrow
The seeds have risen
and left the site. The birds peck
at harvested ground.
- the vikings of new
Clad in costumes and
wielding props, they conquer the
stage and football field.
- an extra 12 years
Had they survived, would
they want to live where mistrust
and madness flourish?
- a visit from the ghost of james buchanan
“Be more playful,” he
commanded to the snores of
the slumbering dolt.
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Tuesday, September 11th, 2012
Had they survived, would
they want to live where mistrust
and madness flourish?
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Monday, September 10th, 2012
Clad in costumes and
wielding props, they conquer the
stage and football field.
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Sunday, September 9th, 2012
The seeds have risen
and left the site. The birds peck
at harvested ground.
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Saturday, September 8th, 2012
The empty spot on
the couch, the missing footsteps
behind her, the fuzz.
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Friday, September 7th, 2012
Aim low. No, lower.
Administer repeated
blows. Always go first.
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Thursday, September 6th, 2012
Rather than follow
the crowd, the freshman opened
a book for pleasure.
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Wednesday, September 5th, 2012
Abandoned buildings
along the one-way streets waved
goodbye to locals.
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Tuesday, September 4th, 2012
“Smith for Congress,” once
a yard sign, now ironic
temporary tat.
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Monday, September 3rd, 2012
Spend the holiday
planning how to do the same
work in fewer days.
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Sunday, September 2nd, 2012
Along came fall to
the party, early with a
flashy ensemble.
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Saturday, September 1st, 2012
The season ticket
holder took a little nip
in case his prayer failed.
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