Hour 24 – Nostalgia

Prompt for Hour Twenty Four

A proud old man lives below me
He doesn’t go out too much
Too fragile to even bow
Limbs cracking at seams

Into the dead of the night
I could hear his words
building an enterprise of his senses
To go out and act on his behalf

Hour 21 – To I

Prompt for Hour Twenty One

Dear Myself

After sincere reflections, I’m afraid I don’t see I to I
I refute myself, at the risk of being cruel

I mean, I don’t see I
Neither I’s my, nor me’s mine

My’s only I, mine’s only me

Mine temporarily

Hour 20 – Looking Through The Glass

Prompt for Hour Twenty

On the train of needs
Alice woke up in an elf suit
They were passing through the forest of no trees
About to reach the Zone

An unnaturally bright moon cast strange shadows
Wraiths from recent dreams

Alice looked around
Her co-passenger, a pretty red fox
A box of daddy issues
A watch, the face reversed

A tar-covered polar bear violently ambled past
Reading a newspaper, muttering to himself

Alice looked outside her window
In the Zone, we’ll all be alone, she thought
No camps on the way, no stops between
No roads leading nowhere

A bright moon casts strange shadows
Wraiths from dreams past

Hour 19 – Heisenberg On Acid

Prompt For Hour Nineteen

“Welcome home,” the butcher says
to the meat I return
“Thank you,” I tell
the online shopping window

Fingers “excuse me?!” a warm glass
“Have a nice day,” the cold night replies
“Pardon me,” I lied
“How are you?” she never asked

Hour 18 – Sores

Prompt for Hour Eighteen

A confusing dog roams among us
making us laugh into others’ eyes
or hate others laughing;

Oh sweet cur,
go lap someplace else,
go slobber into another’s soup,
we need you not here.

Your need to bark should stay silent.
Your comfort with scatological exhibitionism
is a secret blessing, best kept away.

The dog still runs among many,
betraying silent nothings.
Little puppy, stay thee silent, away.

Your hypnotic scratching makes me want to sleep.
Spiral yourself to sleep too, strange canine,
or have someone put thee down.
Somewhere else.

Hour 16 – A Moment of Reason

Prompt for Hour Sixteen

Black leaves against the gray sky, the breeze cold yet frolicsome
Knowing not what to do
I stood there long, the forest ahead dark and deep

Should I go back? Find somebody I haven’t met?
Or ahead into merry insanity?
I saw our selves go..

Ahead, I saw ours :.)
Elvis going too?! Merry insanity!
Find some buddy I haven’t met, or a head?
Should I go back?

The forest ahead dark, and deep they stood
Their long knowing… not what to do

Black leaves against a gray sky, the breeze cold yet frolicsome

Hour 15 – My Synthetic Heart

Prompt for Hour Fifteen

My synthetic heart’s wiring has come loose

At the refurbishment center, many of us carry
our hearts in jars
That way the chips didn’t get lost
If you lost a part you paid more credits

The girl in the corner, I try to catch her eye
but she was blinking in the wrong direction
Probably an optic scoping malfunction

I tap my jar to get her attention, but nothing
The black market of refurbished organs
is not a very conversation-friendly place

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