Art

 Something naughty

Something Banned-In-Boston blue

Something that
in a stroke
will capture a movement

Give those out
a sense of pride

Those deliberately dark
can pant themselves into a lather
over imagined sin

Bob can stay in Ireland

Art's your uncle now

April 30, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 30
Magnetic Poetry pull: Art, Blue, Capture, Give, Lather, Movement, Naughty, Pant, Pride, Sense, Stroke, Your Uncle.

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45

 You'd need on helluva chip
to interface and gain access
to the kingdom you wanted to navigate
and seal off from the plague
of intelligence

Apparently
the one on your shoulder
was enough

April 29, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Magnetic Poetry pull: Chip, Gain, Interface, Kingdom, Navigate, Plague, Seal.
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And Like It

This won't be sweet 
like a little caramel delight between meals

There will be nothing tender about this

I will have you on this couch
rip those black boxers off
and beat back the noise of the day
with the smacking of skin on skin

I will draw the rune of power
all over your body
with my tongue
and scar it into your flesh
with my teeth
so later
you will not mistake
this memory
for a dream

April 28, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 28
Magnetic Poetry pull: And, Beat, Black, Boxers, Caramel, Couch, Delight, Dream, It, Like, Little, Noise, Power, Rune, Tender.
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Dream

  I want lingerie
that makes me
inhumanly beautiful

An extraterrestrial enchantress
from across a sea of stars
to seduce
only you

I'll whisper the love songs of a bluebird
as I heighten your senses
nibble away at your inhibitions
til you come smashing through your limitations

Then I see myself
in the changing room mirror

No purchase

for either of us

April 27, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 27
Magnetic Poetry pull: Bluebird, Enchantress, Extraterrestrial, Heighten, Lingerie, Nibble, Smashing.
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Motherwork

 They're an angel
always with an arm
to keep you calm

To celebrate every cheerful component
of your life

They'll charge you full of happiness
with a smile

So slowly
they'll pierce and push in
the things they want
til you find
you soak in the unthinkable

A life you were never taught
was yours

April 26, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 26
Magnetic Poetry pull: Angel, Arm, Calm, Celebrate, Charge, Cheerful, Component, Mother, Piece, Push, Smile, Soak, Thing, Unthinkable, Work.
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As It Is

 Become desire
you fortunate
gorgeous girl

There is always someone thirsty
for a piece of your red
whether it be a pint of blood
or a pound of flesh

Perhaps it's the one behind you
she will take your place on the pedestal
thinking it will never end
while you fade into the crowd
wondering exactly 
when and how
it ended

Or perhaps it's me
distracting you 
with the truth
as I pull time
out from under you

April 25, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 25
Magnetic Poetry pull: As, Become, Desire, Fortunate Girl, Gorgeous, Me, Piece, Red, She, There, Thirsty, Your.
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Almost Awake

 A form through mist
a silhouette on a wall
it's a problem of technique
a demand of gravity
my body won't stop us
for it does want
more

April 24, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 24
Magnetic Poetry pull: Almost, Away, Body, Demand, Does, For, Form, Gravity, Mist, More, Problem, Silhouette, Stop, Technique, Us, Wall.
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Flat Screen Fire

 I can hear that lovely, calming crackle
see the flames rise and dance
the wood below both hard
and ember orange
sweating smoke

But I don't feel the heat
the air doesn't get too thick and make me cough
the logs don't collapse in on themselves
with that crack
the sound of a surrender only given
to fire

The same moment
captured
and tossed on the pyre
over
and
over

Burning my life away

April 23, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 23
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Galley Desk

 Eager to please

What's that in corporate speak?

Ambitious?
Hard working?
Thorough?
Office Door Mat?

Just wipe your feet
on their desk
dropping more work they're not trained for
in their inbox
under the flag of TeamWork

"We've all got to row together"

In the past
those who rowed
were slaves
chained to their oars
who could be wrapped in those links
and thrown overboard
for any reason
or no reason at all

April 22, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 22
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Vend-A-Bull

 I need a dose of liquid energy
more and more often each week

Short staffed
and
short sighted
the work replicates like rabbits
and I fight against my nature
to make everything neat and tidy
at the expense of my sanity

The is no "I" in "Team"
but there is an "m" and an "e"
who's seeing red
at one more meeting instead of an email
and getting tired
of swallowing bull

April 21, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 21
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superKalifragilisticexpialidocious

 

superKalifragilisticexpialidocious

I have an instagram account
because of a dog

No, not mine
that would make sense

Belongs to a man whose work I like
but never followed
until I found his bestest buddy
was a super power puppy

Doesn't look like the Phantom of my past
but I see the echo of our relationship in theirs
as they travel around the world
and I wonder
as I did with mine
who really has who
by a leash

April 20, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 20
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The Scream Of Tea

 Hot
screeches aren't usually know for their temperature
but this one is

Warmth
in a whistle

In community
or
in solitude
it wraps you in scents
almost otherworldly

Calm
and 
focus
poured in a cup

A tradition of liquid peace
that begins
with a shriek

April 19, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 19
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Forbidden Things That Bring Joy

 If you bring someone to where
they have no control
it is possession
It is where
monsters are grown
Where you hear the sound
of someone's dreams die
as they thank you for it
Where all the men you've danced with
are dead
and you abuse inspiration
criminal perversion
until you arrive at the place
where life gives up
You don't die
You're the one that gets destroyed

April 18, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 18
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The Last Howl

 After two years
the blood came back
and with it brought
stronger urges
now only acted upon
with pervy stories
From stereotypes
to mythological
hard and rough
hard and slow
each tale ends with a toy
And I remember
the blood always brought the worst pain
and the deepest fulfillment
even alone
And I realize
I may be hearing
the last howls of estrogen
as it leaves my building

April 17, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 17
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Trash Hoarder

 Empty pizza boxes
lined up along the wall
piled high
all those toppings
stupidity
fear
laziness
trapped in the lava cheese
of memory

Empty cans of energy
false strength
one atop the other
turrets for an imaginary life
a castle of air

Hiding
inside a Great Wall of Rubbish
pretending to have a life

April 16, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 16
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Mighty Love

 She raises a mighty flag
and points her finger to the sky
A girl
of unbelievable magic
A comfortable heretic
Nothing artificial in
or about
her
She'll load you down
with pure love
and raise you up
with same
over
and
over
she'll claw at your heart
til you bleed and believe

April, 15, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 15
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No Trespassing

 Alone
in an enormous ocean
of solitude
I live
in the making
of joy
I nurture it
like grass finally growing
in a once barren meadow
and neither you
nor your kind
will swim in
or trample
me

April 14, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 14
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Realities

 Was my voice
ever supple
or was it always
this

an unfulfilled desire
to connect

Am I the punchline
in a mad jester's horrible pun

An android
without an emotion chip

A cadaver buried
in the sod of poetry
refusing to accept
the reality
of death

April 13, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 13
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Empty Becoming

 When bad writing
becomes reality
you end up
with a mouthful of ink
and an empty notebook

April 12, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 12
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Crayons

 My ninety-six count crayon box
must be almost fifty years old

Sharp and sleek
have become
little nubbins

Bright and dark
worn down
to flat and dull

Children's hands
outside the lines

Teens creating eyesores

College dwellers
trying to be
neat and orderly

Open rarely
for decades

Who has the time for rainbows

Now
as the last box for us all begins to beckon
I am
once again
outside the lines
creating eyesores

April 11, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 11
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Behind the Word Ball

 This is worse
than working out

Pulling through exercises
pulling through paper
to goals
unattainable

A triple-digit fat ass

An over-a-month word debt

Can't lift the weight

Can't swing the ink

Still pushing the leg press

Still pushing the pen

April 10, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 10
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No Capes

 Might someone become a hero
not because of something they did
but for the last thing that was done
to them
that begins a long overdue
trail to justice

A verdict of the value
that was always there
and always ignored

Ignored no longer

Now
they're the first among many

the dead
who shouldn't be

Uninteded sacrifice

Unintentional martyrdom

The heroes
with no capes

April 9, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 9
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Indolent Crotch

 Time heals all wounds

What if time is the wound

It cuts its cost out of you
and into you

til the road walked
has only demons beneath

and longevity starts to taste
so good

until you realize
that old-lady-pantyhose-crotch smell
is you

Remember

Everything is immortal

until it dies

April 8, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 8
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Bawdy Gets Me Laid

Oh yeah
I seem the stereotype
"Do you always dress like a librarian?"

What I am
is the one your mother should've warned you about

I scorch the earth
when my heels strike the ground
sap inhibitions
when my nails scratch skin
and harden my resolve
with my laugh

You keep
subdued 
subtle
refrained
and all those lady-like qualities
balancing on a pedestal

I'm sticking with bawdy

Bawdy makes me happy

Bawdy bring me joy

Bawdy gets me laid

April 7, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 7

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Sea Hag

We come from the water
the deep ocean
runs in us all
the shoals scratch
the inside of our skin
storms wait in our blood
tsunamis in the back of our brains
our souls get pulled
into whirlpools
down into trenches
where light is a figment
of imagination
We rise
coral covered and seaweed wrapped
sometimes mermaid
often sea hag
rogues with waves of power
to succor
or drown

April 6, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 6
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Lady Bug Calling

 It starts small
the feeling
somewhere between
a faint wind
and a curious little bug

It grows slow
or it can grow fast
turning from feeling
to pulse
to glorious throb

To the rhythm
from deep in our jungle brain
that calls us all

To the explosion
that tears us down
while building us up
and leaves us
both 
sated
and
wanting
that curious little bug
that flies in
on a faint wind

April 5, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 5
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No More Fairy Tales

 Into the stockings
hung by the chimney with care
goes the beginning
of questioning

With a tooth
under the pillow goes
the first price
put on the body

A pagan ritual
drenched in the blood of a savior
tells us what our flesh is for
and to whom it belongs

We're only a princess
if we serve
and are saved
by men
and vanity
makes all single women
of a certain age
murderous whores
of youth

Tales and toons
ink and celluloid false magic

The food of infancy
the building blocks
of intellect
and interaction

Solid foods
solid facts
should be our craving
our nourishment
our foundation

April 4, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 4
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Get It Right

 Rose
it always begins
with red
the cheeks
the lips
the flesh

Amber
when our flow together
solidifies
hard
intense
as if the sun
shone at midnight

Leather
when our hides hold
the salt and sweat
of each other
tied up
and tied down
to
and by
one another

Smoke
fire always leaves a trace
an essence
of our burning
that flies
even as we breath it in

So get the words right
to call your Goddess

It's not
"Yes, Dear"
it's 
"Yes, Master"

April 3, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 3
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Bottomless

 Remember me

Do you think I'd gone

You know how I work
you deceive you
and I come in with light
then chain you with darkness

I'm always dancing
along the burn in your brain
the tear in your heart
and the crack in your soul

You always escape
but each time
a little less far
a little less long
so even when
you're heading up
you're always going down
and I 
am bottomless

April 2, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 2
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Sore

 A little trickle in my ear
heard
overheard
imagined
stuck
like water on wax

Every direction 
gives it a swirl
and it spreads
festers
falls
down the back of my throat

I can't help but swallow
now it is in me
is me

April 1, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 1
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