Love Rot

The language of a peach

sweet acidity

its pit

a rock

that is thrown

by a mad tongue

It’s about a summer

in an enormous garden

with the smell

of rust

that will permeate

your memory

May 31, 2020

Day 55 of 100

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Deadline

A creep who wants a crown

instigates the shallow

to drag us all

into the boom

that will leave

our children

buried in the dirt

May 30, 2020

Day 54 of 100

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The Smallness Of Us

Our evolutionary pacing

isn’t as far long

as it should be

for a species

that can build a metropolis

We fire our cannons

over color

lives burnt

on the altars

of our fiery intolerance

We are made

of stardust

from the fast universe

yet our essence

isn’t spacious enough

for one planet’s race

May 29, 2020

Day 53 of 100

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Plant Me Deep Inside

Those elegant hips

never listless

always twisting

capture me

bind me

and like a fern of flesh

filter out

the harshness of the day

leaving only

the night’s surprise

May 28, 2020

Day 52 of 100

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Growth

The grain was laid

deep in the furrow

So the stem took its time

to climb through

and out of the ground

Now its bloom

is ready to paint

the canvas

of sky and air

its petals

like soft leather

smell of life, death, and earth

unfold

and reach out

May 27, 2020

Day 51 of 100

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Weave Lives

Life’s a psychedelic tapestry

with slippery silks

and colors that collide

with a din

that hurts the eye

It sings a fantasy

it moans a dirge

It’s a chameleon from Central Casting

it’s a one-of-a-kind from the Louvre

and time’s the loom

that weaves on and on

May 26, 2020

Day 50 of 100

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How You Wear Your Scars

Were you his first

Did he tailor his fists to your torso

like a well fitted silk shirt

his knee to your neck

like a stiff high collar

his foot to your fingers

like a long lacy cuff

and call you

his muse

Very haute couture

Were you the next off his rack

Did his fists rap your torso

like factory made fibers

his knee to your neck

like machine stitching

his foot to your fingers

like cheap stretched sleeve fabric

and call you

common

Very pret-a-porter

Ugly forced fashion

from a diseased designer

Wear your scars

down the courthouse runway

even if your heels wobbly

and see your couturier

set up in his own house

accessorized with gates

and guards

and chain link fences

Very second hand bargain basement
that's closed for business

May 25, 2020

Day 49 of 100

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Obits For Nitwits

Dearly beloved

we are gathered here today

to celebrate the passing

finally

of Boyfriend One and Boyfriend Two

Dick Doe and Ralph Doe

unknown to one another

yet fraternal twins

that spent time moving

in and out

of the same vagina

just not at the same time

If you ever had a chance

to get to know either of them

I hope you passed on that

It’s said that into every garden

a little rain must fall

So as we plant these two drips

let us mark this territory

with another ingredient

that helps flowers grow

a good old fashioned grave desecration defecation

Thank you all for coming

and going

Looking forward to seeing you all at the beach party

food, drink, and party favor laxatives

for those who want to come back

for a moment alone at the gravesides

will be available

May 24, 2020

Day 48 of 100

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The Beauty Of Blood

The stuff blushes and erections are made of

The stain of the first passion

Not Pregnant!

We all live and die with and in its flow

May 23, 2020

Day 47 of 100

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10 Things Blood Taught Me

1 My grandfather cared

2 My mother didn’t

3 It made the bullies stop

4 I was growing up

5 Living is messy

6 Even good things can be painful

7 It takes all types

8 I can donate some of my health to others

9 It really is the elixir of life

10 I am running out of time

May 22, 2020

Day 46 of 100

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What's On The Menu

Now the chef

having raided my mind

for ingredients

has prepared my mental cuisine

and is about to serve it up

on the plate of my personality

Main course

dysthymia

in delicious bloom

Side dish

social anxiety

a small portion

but there’s always more

For dessert

meds

specially mixed

just for me

Mental Illness

it’s what’s for dinner

May 21, 2020

Day 45 of 100

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The Stupidest Show On Earth

Ladies and Gentleman!

Boys and Girls!

Step right up

to my ribcage stage

and prepare yourselves

for the most

unknown

immature

and frankly

unused

cardiac muscle in the world!

There it is Ladies and Gentleman!

Notice it’s slow, plodding beat

that couldn’t find a rhythm

in a Tunnel Of Love

Don’t cry Boys and Girls!

Don’t shy away!

This myocardium

that throbbed never

for the King of Hearts

but always

for the King of Pain

is a lesson in wasted potential

See this weak striated muscle

never having worked

at reaching out

Observe the grayness

of this vertebrate muscle

never having been fully filled

with affection

Note the disconnected shallowness

of my heart

for depth can only first be found

in oneself

but this human nucleus

never had a pulse

not one expansion

for itself

Please egress to your left Ladies and Gentleman

and please patronize the souvenir shop

for something for the Boys and Girls

May 20, 2020

Day 44 of 100

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Dirty Lover

He was beautiful

like I ordered him

tailored to me

with all the perfect words

downloaded

Until one day

he opened his mouth to speak

and an asshole fell out

Not all at once

but slowly

as if his beauty

were a meal laid out

just to fill me

but it constipated him

and now

his

self

was excreting out

And I was covered

in him

the mud of his subtle manipulation

the sand of his cutting sarcasm

the clay of his insulting compliments

I was showering in his sewage

and questioning myself

wondering how

I was ever going to get clean

for him

May 19, 2020

Day 43 of 100

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Shark Dreams

I dream of sharks

they swim with me

I swim with them

neither of us

because we want to

Their skin

like sandpaper teeth

sloughs off my useless skin

and leaves me clean

at peace

in an ocean of sleep

Their teeth

five rows of nightmares

bleed out my fears

in a stormy sea of sleep

Because we want to

both of us

with them I swim

with me they swim

sharks dreaming of me

May 18, 2020

Day 42 of 100

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Reimagine (7 of 7)

The idea of a rewrite
is ash

I stretch daily

so my reach matches my grasp

Always remember

hooks can be cut

and flesh is precious

is mine

I do not need to restore the writer

I just need to pick up a pen

Some nights I sleep

and some days I rest

and that is just life

I reconnect with my dreams

and check the monsters graves

for the occasional zombie

that needs putting down

I do not need to reimagine

because I know how

to do the work

to make my future

mine

May 17, 2020

Day 41 of 100

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Day 7 of 7

Spring Writing Challenge on Instagram

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Prompt: Reimagine
Prompt 6: Reconnect
Prompt 5: Rest
Prompt 4: Restore
Prompt 3: Remember
Prompt 2: Reach
Prompt 1: Rewrite

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Reconnect (6 of 7)

I still fall into the rewrite

and my reach often slips

I get lost in remember

and forgot to restore

and sometimes

the monsters reconnect

and win

and rest is out of bounds

But I don’t stop

I work

I reimagine

until I get an image

I can hold

May 16, 2020

Day 39 of 100

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Day 6 of 7
Spring Writer Challenge on Instagram
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Prompt: Reconnect
Prompt 7: Reimagine
Prompt 5: Rest
Prompt 4: Restore
Prompt 3: Remember
Prompt 2: Reach
Prompt 1: Rewrite

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Rest (5 of 7)

Life is like the Bible

even if God existed

He wouldn’t be able to do a rewrite

I will always remember

but that doesn’t mean

I have to reach back

I will reclaim

restore

reconnect

and the monsters I finally battle

will be put to rest

and their blood

will be my ink

May 15, 2020

Day 39 of 100

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Day 5 of 7
Spring Writer Challenge on Instagram
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Prompt: Rest
Prompt 6: Reconnect
Prompt 4: Restore
Prompt 3: Remember
Prompt 2: Reach
Prompt 1: Rewrite

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