23~14
my ———– feels dead
never full of life
but ——- me to ———
So. Much. ———–!
practically ————me
leaving me ——– like
i ——–
i ———- ——– …
Hour Twenty-Two: Pizza
what has made the pizza
a global favorite?
surely not the taste
i mean, there are sandwiches
the grilled kind, you know
but why is a pizza so different
i think it is in the name
a flat pie, pee-t-zaa
that’s what it means
so enjoy your pizza, folks
while i go chomp on mine
Hour 3 Because I somehow Missed Posting This One
Oh my god I almost missed posting this poem!! I’m glad I decided to double check what I have posted. And then checked that against my Google doc. Thank goodness I caught that mistake!
Hour 3
Every library I have ever been in
Has held more love than any other holy place
Each book asking to be cared about
And each story carrying love
Each story time filled with new love of words
And each bag filled with love on the way out
Countdown
I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel here,
wanting for words that dance out of my grasp
and thoughts that flutter away with a mocking smile.
Every molecule within me screeches for sleep,
despite being so close
(Hour 22)
You
Effortlessly bleak
nothing happens in a vacuum
No one is entirely alone
Not all who are lost are weak
Everyone gets a little help.
Misery doesn’t love company
It demands it.
That’s Amore ~ Dean Martin Devotional
That’s Amore ~ a Dean Martin Devotional
the song~ plays in my head
when my marathon mother
prompted pizza pie
a big ol’ slice
right in the eye
cheesy, right?
I think of her
grateful for her light
Me, her selenophile
sat and sang with her tonight
now longing, to rest
my word weary head
The Silence (prompt 22)
it seems fitting that the internet would go down
right as I begin to write about how silence
is an experience I tend to avoid at all costs
silence used to scare me more
than a raised voice
or a slammed door
because it often precedes devastation
a calm before the storm
worse, when used as a command
hand in hand with shaming
for being too loud or passionate
rips the voice from my throat
just like a Disney movie
silence makes the noise in my head deafening
a tornado of thought an earthquake shifting
the tectonic plates of composure
that is why the tv is always on
even when my attention lives elsewhere
Pizza Stop
I sit in my car
at the intersection of Mitchell and Pine
Smells of pizza fill the air.
Seriously, WTF?
On one side of the street
pizza by the slice.
A buck a slice.
I’m so serious I want to swear right now.
When school is in session, they sell about
four thousand a day.
Every day.
In a town of maybe ten thousand.
On the other side of the street
whole pies
So good!
thin crust
pepperoni grease running down your arm
as you devour every bite.
This place is the place
the place that built this town.
It is so <> awesome.
The light turned green
But I go nowhere
The car behind me doesn’t honk.
Why would it?
They can smell it too.
Hour 10. The circle
Surely Money makes the world go around
but the smell of pizza baking in the oven
Makes your brain go around in circles!
The crust can be thin and crispy
Or thick and chewy.
They even stuff the margins nowadays.
To teach children fractions in math
they show pictures of cut-up pizza.
Can you blame kids for failing in math?
Now talk about the sauces.
cheese types may be many
But mozzarella is the King
Toppings are many a kind
All of them are mind-blowing.
Oh pizza, pizza! where forth art thou, pizza!!
A New York Pizza
Round or square
don’t really care.
Just add tomato sauce and cheese
pepperoni, buffalo chicken,
ziti on top, any pasta would do.
A salad slice is pretty nice
as long as the dressing’s right.
It’s all about the water
in making the dough.
A New York Pizza
is the only way to go.