Hour 2 MONDAY

Ingredients

1 cup Mush
1 cup Gray Sloppy Mush
3 Tbsp Malarkey
1 tsp Thick Apathy
1 pinch Oh Crap

Mix all ingredients in an unwashed mug, stir with sarcasm if desired. Best consumed before reality sets in.

Hour 1 Janice

What I remember most about her is
The smell of coffee crawling through our house,
Like fog, the first thing every morning; this,
And the burping percolator, of course.

Hour 21 LION

I think it’s dandy
That lions make themselves so
Independent…

From waaay over there!

Hour 20 ATOMIC CLOCK

Look at your hand
And think of this:

However close
You concentrate,
You’ll never see
Those elfin, subatomic crumbs
Crammed in there,
Undecayable;
Existing even when
That bog you’re buried in
Is swallowed
By a dying sun.
And think of your descendants
Ticking their hours away;
Reckoning decades
By the clicks
Of my slim quarks
Thumping after you forever.

Look at your hand
And think of this.

Hour 19 SHE WORE SILK

She wore silk and issued citations
To asses and pulled fools from
mangled messes of their own creation.
And he dreamed constantly of her perfume.

Hour 18 THE POETRY MARATHON MIRROR

There once was a poet so serious
He presumed that his muse was imperious
But when he attempted to write
Poems all through the night
This minstrel proved purely delirious

Hour 17 PRELUDE

Slowly slowly
I am slipping

Yet more quickly
I am sipping

What once approached
The alchemical

Has steered its way
To the all comical

And if you think
This poem’s a gimmick

Then please avoid
The next hour’s limerick