Stats - Day 14

poems written = 32

poems written per day = 2.2857

poems remaining = 43

required poems per day = 2.6875

75PoWriMo - XXXII

i am the future of my past




cooking celeriac fondant
and cabbage with chorizo
if you waved a magic wand and
let my childhood self know
what was in my saute pans
he would just have viewed
me as some weird old man
cooking yucky food

75PoWriMo - XXXI

we are more than all the things we are



we are all recycled fromn leftovers
we are each a by-product of a by-product
we are only an intermediate stage
we are not a raw material
we are not a finished product
we are transitory
we are physically momentary
yet we are loved

75PoWriMo - XXX

irrational hatred


the feeling of fleece and the texture of wicker
the greasy perfume of kentucky fried chicken
chicken wire affixed to wrought iron gates
these are a few of my irrational hates

people who clap on the first and the third beat
warm summer sun with its frankly absurd heat
strangers in shops who pretend that we're mates
these are a few of my irrational hates

high heels with jeans (although boots are exceptions)
checking your hair in each passing reflection
strictly come waltzing to songs in 6/8
these are a few of my irrational hates

75PoWriMo - XXIX

not quite the ghost i wish you were



i only glimpsed your face
for the briefest moment
as you bent to tie you lace
an as i - with places to go - went
rushing past the gloomy
busstop where you half hid
a shudder rattled through me
for although you weren't the kid
you were half our lives ago
and my your face had aged
i didn't doubt who you were though
but the way i felt had changed
you meant almost nothing to me
while we shared that daily hell
but now i feeling gloomy
that you reminded me how it felt
i was glad that i forgot you
when repressing that other time
and, remember me or not, you
will soon refade from my mind