24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I Once Killed a Monster
I once killed a monster
With one straw and a half
It had more magic in it
Than you saw in Harry Porter.
The monster laughed aloud
And shook the very mountain
He took it inside his mouth
And lay on the ground.
I went near his giant nose
And blew it with my straw
He sneezed his life out
And pulled out a rose.
Hour 21
@varenyas
I want to be an inchworm, to
crinkle my whole body together
just to move, to accordion myself
just to move. Inch inch.
I want to be that green thread
thinner than a grain of rice
and not much longer. I want the
balance to scrunch just to move,
to arch just to move. Inch inch.
I want to eat my body weight
in leafy cuticle, to have a
never-ending supply of food, if
only I can get to it, if only I
can fold myself in two just to move,
to touch my ends together just to
move. Inch inch.
I want the rain to wash me away
drop by drop, to carry me away
from all I know so I have to
double over just to move, to loop
my whole body just to move. Inch inch.
This turning back,
unfolding,
into yourself; this
opening the papyrus
uncurling the scroll
marked thick and clear
with the hieroglyphs of you.
This slow easing open
like a blossom
under a cool spring moon;
slipping gently, like liquid birdsong,
along branches thick and rich with green.
This understanding; this
coming to know.
My squeaky clean house
Wins all the awards
Love every neighbor
I gently slam doors
(i never tell lies
and neither do you)
My twenty five cats
All tie their own shoes
Finish the dishes
Then beg me to snooze
Sing me a song of eternal sunshine
pocket full of broken stones
tall as the sky, deep as the ocean
Sing me a song of deepest night
pocketful of dead stars
vast as the last galaxy, deep as a wormhole
Sing me a song of a billion euros
bottomless pocket full of used bills
tall as the world bank, deep as a zero
Nothing is so smooth, so comforting
I sprinkled chia seeds on mine.
I’ve been peculating
the parts of you every evening
and storing them in my soul’s jar
everytime I peek into the jar
The parts of you—
diffuse into the gloomy air
So many missing people in Virginia,
you can tell a certain serial killer’s
out of jail, although last I heard
he had moved on to Utah, then
to Colorado. Very upset citizenry
in Provo and Durango, but not to worry.
He was on his way to Yellowstone,
and no one’s seen him since.
Come see me,Am
Dancing between sleep and waking
Laughing and crying
Joy and misery
Pain and enthusiasm
Light and darkness
Sometimes up
Sometimes down
Dancing between
waltz and tango
Better be wise
And walk straight
In middle
Wondering about tomorrow?
What about today?
Let’s worry more for
the present, not the future!
The present can be or become
a blessed present, it depends on
us what we do or don’t.
How to build a better future?