Hour 9: American Cheese Singles
1 slice of American cheese, singles, each wrapped with their own expanse of plastic.
Throw it in a bowl, microwave for 30 seconds twirl melted cheese around a fork.
Insert fork to mouth.
How many trials before we get it right?? (Hour 10)
How many times do we fall in love?
I look at you and I am blank as a page
my heart thrums in my chest
it flutters like feathers in the wind
my arms instantly go cold
a heat of desire burns in me
you are my happy place
all the fears I fight surrender to you
your love makes me safe
how many times do we fall in love?
How many trials before we get it right?
This is my stop
I want this as my last turn
RBF
RBF
Daily, the companionless cougar slinks past the tabby cat
that like a gargoyle waits fixed on the step for her.
Sharp green almond-shaped moonstones meet round honey ones.
A brief moment of feline solidarity
A muted magnetism
A knowing.
Tabby walks Cougar to the door and
saunters back to some secret place in the neighborhood.
Cougar chirps to herself, pleased that when she
rolls her eyes at Tabby, he understands that
she does so with love.
No words
It is now hour ten
and I do not have more words
Try as I might the well has run dry
and my brain is no longer crafting phrases
I have searched my mind
Even in the deep recesses
Still I am forced to stare at a blank page
desperate to find something usable
This is the truest commentary
that though I searched no words were found
That this way I have chosen to define myself
will ultimately prove to be a lie
ticking down
look towards the future
some days time ticks down
to an end
other days the clocks are broken
no end in sight
Polite Blue Jay
Knocking at the window
a polite Blue Jay
asks for food
Singing impatiently
A polite Blue Jay
rejoices each morning
Eating gratefully
A polite Blue Jay
asks for more
Departing fastly
a polite Blue Jay
brings joy to my garden
(Hour 10 @Mejia)
Raccoon Comes to Call
Raccoon Comes to Call
Raccoon
along came
chittering, so
close to the fence line.
Out loud chattering on
our front lawn, there blathering
now! Leave us alone here at home.
Come
out you
monitor,
el predator,
Some sharp carnivore.
too close to the new kill
out loud “Do you have the will?”
Call of the wild, it would be mild
all we have left can open the door.
Love your brother and please help your mother,
Lastly, please watch the raccoon in the trash can.
Hour ten, 6pm
A Raccoon Comes to Call
(form Acrostic/ additive syllabics)
Charlie the Mayfly.
v.j.calone
Noise Spectrum
1.145 trillion megabytes uploaded per day.
Three million emails sent every second.
Pressure building, words failing,
substance degrading,
soul-bearing, desperate diversions,
drowning in centuries of plastic.
It’s eating us.
10th hour – Mighty Mouse (Text Prompt)
The arrogant mouse; armored in battle uniform, nudges the bull with its pointy nose off of its trail as it races towards the lions, spear in hand, evoking fear from the elephant who starts to run in the opposite direction from the lion’s pride that seems to shrink as the mighty mouse draws nearer.
Hour 10: parting
parting
only to meet again
the leaves, the tress
the sky, the sun
the moon, the stars
your favorite coffee
the rain drops sliding
down the window glass
is but sweat
beaded on your back
all this and more
will remind
me of you
and the day
we’re to meet again