75PoWriMo - LVI

perspective



sometimes i
feel like i'm
watching myself

through the wrong
end of a
pair of binoculars

tiny and
distant and
slightly out of focus

knowing that
at any
moment i could

bump into
things which seem
so far away

75PoWriMo - LV

my brain was trying to sing this like dylan


just a twisted, tiny-hearted man
who never understood the way to feel
he don't when love-atrophy began
and can't even be sure if he is real
which is partly because he's just a composite
and partly because he's partly parts of me
but he's concluded mostly it's because it
isn't easy to define reality
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
that by now his heart was in need of reinflating

his heart had very slowly crusted hard
like play dough that's been left out in the sun
he needed a crash cart and cpr
but most of all he just needed someone
to take that clay and gently start remoulding
to find the kind of form he isn't suite
to polish off the dirt and find the golden
kernel and the glowing pilot light
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
there were just too many pluses he's negating

Stats - Day 22

poems written = 54

poems written per day = 2.4545

poems remaining = 21

required poems per day = 2.625

75PoWriMo - LIV

well i never did



i've never played a cello
i've never read hello
i've never under-analysed the works of aa milne
i've never won a race
i've never been to space
chances are i've never seen your favourite film
i've never won a toga
i've never tried to yoga
i've never saved much money through attempts at haggling
i've never prayed to zeus
i've never finished proust
in fact i've never even eaten a madeleine
i've never been to lords
i've never been adored
i've never impressed people when i've met them
i've never kept control
i've never reached my goals
though that's because i've never really set them

75PoWriMo - LIII

don't end up like a superdisk



unopened unused
unneeded unappreciated
you met your obsolescence
in mint condition
lost at the back of a cupboard

75PoWriMo - LII

notification



i remember
          knowing your family
     before you existed
i remember
     you as a tiny child
          wailing for an entire holiday
i remember
          the summer of 95
     you were there, small
               but peripheral
                    (i was at a self-involved age)

and now i am informed
     you are a fully adult person
          following me on the twitter?

     this morning
i feel so very old

Stats - Day 21

poems written = 51

poems written per day = 2.4286

poems remaining = 24

required poems per day = 2.6667

75PoWriMo - LI

defenestration (reprise)



i knew the correct
answer to a question on only connect
as soon as the second clue appeared
but only because i wrote a poem about it this time last year




http://bit.ly/9lzzL4

75PoWriMo - L

she knew he loved her because...



     eight hundred broken ghetto blasters were
playing their song
          on worn, old c90s

     each morning's breakfast a new
message of love was etched
          into the black side of her toast

     every florist in a 12 mile radius emptied
her bed strewn with petals
          filled the volume of her bedroom

     2,768,356th in line to the throne
made her feel like a princess
          by arranging convenient accidents to all the others

Stats - Day 20

poems written = 49

poems written per day = 2.45

poems remaining = 26

required poems per day = 2.6

75PoWriMo - XLIX

reflected glory



vicarious success
is even better than
personal success
due to the added bonus
of knowing someone deserves it

75PoWriMo - XLVIII

occasionally i feel worthwhile



you did this
didn't you
i could tell
normally
it's not as
good as this

75PoWriMo - XLVII

a prayer



father
give me the patience
not to need to
help where i am not needed
and father
give them the ability
not to need to
have put my last prayer to the test

Stats - Day 19

poems written = 46

poems written per day = 2.4211

poems remaining = 29

required poems per day = 2.6364

75PoWriMo - XLVI

she was the mist



you descend form the cooling air
condensing into being
lending a flattering soft focus
reminding me that the background
is unimportant scenery
turning every journey
into a series of surprises
making every turn an adventure
hugging me damp
being all i see

75PoWriMo - XLV

steeling



before a full and busy day
to find five minutes' peace to pray
for strength to face each new morass
perform a mental mise-en-place
itemise foreseen concerns
and prepare for each in tern
is never quite enough to get me through it
but i'd fare much worse if i didn't do it

Stats - Day 18

poems written = 44

poems written per day = 2.4444

poems remaining = 31

required poems per day = 2.5833

75PoWriMo - XLIV

irrational hatred (part three)



gingham and paisley and especially houndstooth
believers that dawson's creek's dialogue's profound truth
the way i'm allowing myself to stagnate
these are a few of my irrational hates

not being warned about triggers or spoilers
overproduction that makes music joyless
the volume of food diners leave on their plates
these are a few of my irrational hates

assumed social skills i have still yet to master
playing a fender, especially a stratocaster
mediocre or worse things that everyone rates
these are a few of my irrational hates

Stats - Day 17

poems written = 43

poems written per day = 2.5294

poems remaining = 32

required poems per day = 2.4615

75PoWriMo - XLIII

peardrops



pungent, sweet
and esoteric
distinctive
aroma of stoops,
park benches
and the top deck of
75
buses late on spring
afternoons



for @RachSmith82 who enjoys in-jokes