12-15-14

I'm a Ninja

Sneaky Sneaky,
black clad lurking
in shadows.

Hide your kids
hide your wives,
cuz they be 'ssassinating
everybody. 

12-13-14

Today is the Last Sequential Date of the Century

Holy shit.
Really??
Wowzers

A real poem would contain
rhyme and meter,
but son, I got news for
you, I made soup today
and it's pretty swell
the way you say random
vitamins and elephants
pogo sticks and iced
tea. What oh what
is the point, shall I de
-scribe it to you?

12-11-14

Poetry Unbound

Poetry that kicks you in
the dick and snarls at you.

Poetry that steals your
lunch money and laughs.

Poetry that stings. Makes
you wish you never read it.

Poetry that hooks your breaks
your kneecaps, cause you owe it money.

Poetry that breaks form.

Poetry that chases you through
the weight room, demanding more reps.

Poetry that destroys you, and
then rebuilds you, anew. 

12-10-14

Statements that lead to Break Ups (Part One)

"Like my Dane Cook poster?"
"Merry Christmas, I got you the new Nickleback CD"
"50 Shades of Grey has really compelling characters."
"Gosh I love Axe Body Spray"
"Battlefield Earth is a classic."
"We should move to Muncie."
"I just rented the Director's Cut of Kangaroo Jack, wanna watch?"

12-9-14

Finals Week

oh god ohgodohgod
my life is over
everything is happening so
quickly why god why
save me flying spaghetti
monster i think im gonna
cry no i am gonna cry
no im crying please have
mercy what why
why two essay questions
you said these questions
would be easy what
why on earth would i know
that am i the only one
everyone seems to be ok
no ones sweaty girl next
to me is filling in bubbles
like a champ wait
C for number 3 what
i thought C was the most wrong
oh god the clocks ticking
i can hear my own heart beat
i think im gonna go to a bar
after this
no im gonna buy a bar
and live there
oh god halfway through
only 30 minutes left
wait no im not done
i worked all semester on this
i thought i understood

Now they're all done,
no more paper and ink,
no more pain. Now we
rest. Until next semester.

Retrospective

A poem a day is really hard to do.

But it definitely feels inspiring, to look back at the whole thing and think to myself, "This wasn't writing for a class, this was just me sitting down, 30 minutes here and there, and writing."

A poem a day was hard to do. Many days I sat down, thinking about what to write about, but I just couldn't. Distracted with other things, uninspired. These were things that contributed to me missing a lot of days.

Just flat out forgetting also contributed to me missing a lot of other days as well.

Going to bed, about to sleep. Think. "Shit! forgot a poem"

Ended up being about a poem every other day, or every three days.

You can sort of see the parts of the last few months where I had other pressing issues to worry about, like editing for the BP, by the big gaps in time from poem to poem.

A poem a day is really hard to do.

I'm definitely gonna continue this blog. When I started doing this blog, I wanted it to be something that I could continue with. I wanted it to be something to stimulate my writing, and help to create a more rigorous schedule for writing, and thus, more content. Even thought the BP class will end, this will keep going. It's a good way to organize my work, and look back at what I've done. Not all of its good, its not supposed to be.

It's just supposed to get me to write more, which I think it did.

A poem a day is hard.

You can look back and sort of see what I was listening to for each poem. Like Born to Run <3

12-8-14

Mouthwash and Battery Acid

We are battery acid
corroding through hard
plastic, tasting of blue
sky.

Thinking of you, lying
still next to my beating
heart.

We are mouthwash,
stinging tastebuds
and searing the plaque off
of our tongues.

Blood courses through
my body, heat.

12-7-14 Part Two, feeling inspired tonight

Appearances

He stands there like a private eye,
flicking a zippo and leaning on a
window. Trench coat and fedora,

cigarette butt under the heel,
seen behind the wheel of
a '69 Ford Mustang, teal.

"What'll you have, mister?"
barkeep asks.

He saunters up to the bar,
scratching his beard, looking
fierce with that scar.

"Nothing thank you. The comic book
convention is next door, I'm just wandering
around. Do you like my costume?"

12-7-14

I Don't Want To Slay Dragons

Dragons are a misunderstood breed,
sought out by greedy and
selfish knights, supposed
paragons of chivalry and
grace, in reality -
evil men in search of
misguided glory and power.

I've never met a dragon that I
haven't liked, was endeared by
and fell in love with. Smoky
nostrils, grinning teeth.
Sure, they're rather fierce
reptiles, but deep down,
every dragon is a lovable
teddy bear.

We shall walk together,
for a dragon is a proud creature,
too beautiful to be a mount.
We shall search for treasure
and adventure.

Also, lighting campfires
is easy with a dragon.

12-3-14

Party (Six Feet Under)

You would never think
that Benjamin Franklin
could break dance quite like
that. The rest of the founding fathers
cheer, joined in by a few ancient
Greek philosophers, and a particularly
pious New York cab driver.

Jesus tends the bar with care
and precision, listening, providing
endless wine, and stealing more
than his fair share of sips.

I always figured heaven would be a bar,
dim and smoky, Hemingway, Cobain,
Plath, and Hendrix play cards in
the corner.

The crack of billiard balls and
clinking glasses, no one cares
who's picking up the tab.

12-1-14

Smarties

Sitting on rail road
tracks, the sky a perfect purple
and violet, we crinkle the celephane
off a roll of smarties.

I pop a few into my mouth
and chew. You still insist
that they have different flavors,
an argument I'll never understand.

It's just sugar
CRUNCH CRUNCH
there's no flavor to it,
other than sweetness.

You were always stubborn,
insistent upon this blatant
falsehood, wiping the dust
from your fingers on the cool grass.