NaPoWriMo Day 16

mockingbird you

put your
whole self in

smart ass
smart as
take your pick

repeat everything i say
adds a few phrases in my voice
–stop hitting yourself
it offers and
–i know you (are) but what am i

oil slick wings
a song of sanded butter
you grate on my nerves, blackbird
you vex me, jackson–you vex me

i will feed you bits of me
wrapped in freshly baked bread
still steaming from the oven
from my furnace-hot heart
you will shut that beak for good
when you have–

take, eat; this is my body

–been poisoned

that’s
what it’s
all about

NaPoWriMo Day 12

i am driving when the absurdity
of everything hits me
an existential moment of
whatisallthisbullshit?

i and every other driver
hurtle down the freeway in
explosive metal coffins
to jobs we we don’t want
to do every day
the ideas of
property
ownership
money
all of it squeezes down on my chest
like a fist squeezing out the last
pea-sized drop of toothpaste
from a wrinkled tube

of course
i try to be a good buddhist
detach myself just enough to
recognize the feeling
acknowledge it
watch it pass like a leaf on the wind

it helps
it does
the squeezing goes away but it’s replaced with
a hollowness in the chest as if someone
has shoveled out
my heart
my lungs
my stomach

i’m not much of a buddhist
the tension goes away
the hollowness keeps me company

attract/repel
those are the two human choices
unless you’re really good at balancing
and i’m not

and seriously
why is she putting on eyeliner while she’s driving that fast

did any of us have the imagination
to see ourselves older
in these circumstances
and it’s the circumstances that matter
they’re the nitty gritty
all those kid daydreams about the future
were just looking at a map where you can see
the red and blue arteries pumping out blood
but so zoomed out
so zoomed out
you forget about the smell of the hot asphalt
and car exhaust

some of are trying to fly here
some of us are lucky
because we weigh less
due to local variations in gravity

NaPoWriMo Day 9

the old man in front of target
is probably homeless
probably–i don’t know
haven’t seen him before
he isn’t holding a sign
or asking for anything

as quickly as he appears
he disappears
out of sight
out of mind
but when i enter the store
he fills my nostrils
human stink so arresting
i stop breathing

i wonder
how can someone smell
this bad
i wonder
how small can my mind be
that i run into this
like it’s a wall

we browse the same aisles
he carries a plastic bag
stuffed with other plastic bags
is he planning
on shoplifting
that’s where my head goes
a train on a track
because i suck
he walks past
the refrigerated dairy

part of me dares the target employees
or another customer to try
–just try–
to usher him along or out
part of me that knows it should be on fire
part of me made bitter on dregs of self-directed wrath
part of me that knows someone should speak for this man

that part of me doesn’t to spring into action
he is invisible
unless you count the smell
he might as well not be here
might as well be somewhere else
or nowhere else
or someone else
except
he is right there

by the time i check out
i am sick on my own shame

Mr. Chibi

As promised, here are some photos of the newest addition to our family: Chibi Fantastico. He was born November 1, 2017 and came to live with us two days before Christmas. The pictures above are from now–he’s just over five months hold.

Here is a picture of him from before we brought him home:

He is a fun, lovely boy. We read that shiba inus can be aloof and aggressive, but so far, he’s been extremely social with both people and other dogs.

If you can’t get enough of him, you can find him on Instagram. My wife and post pictures of him under his own stream (of course). He is ChibiTheShibi there.

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 3

my brain buzzes
a beehive
ruled by competing
overfed queens

i once read that bees
will surround an invader
–say a wasp or a hornet–
building a little sun around him
raising the temperature
of their abdomens
cooking the intruder alive

i wonder, does the wasp
pop like popcorn
burnt in a microwave
leaving a greasy tendril
of smoke

what has crawled into my head
i smell something
burning

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 2

i’m terribly sorry but you’re breaking up
would you mind stepping closer to the
microphone
clown head
bullhorn
communicator
tin can
sarlaac pit
garbage disposal
intercom
intercontinental ballistic missile
it’s getting difficult to make out
what you’re saying over the sound of
barking dogs
crying babies
trash compactors
battlefront amputations
explosive diarrhea
burning piƱatas
sleeping naked mole rats
maybe you can call me back on a different
phone
smoke signal
tarot card
trance medium