A new book to house this year's (and future years) NationalPoetryMonth's daily poems. |
I'm writing once again this year. This book is my special event place for thirty special poems. Here for National Poetry Month in 2018, I'm participating but life has not been kind in the last 15 months, so I'm not always in writing mode. |
we, the people, choke on the sweet pills to gloss over or spruce up c'est la vie medicine that kidnaps the dailyness millions of other toy soldiers who rush upright through Christmas elbowing, an exercise in sleep apnea pipe dreams filled with the dazzle of cheap colored tap water the parched quest for a human teddy bear to warm up morning coffee the chatter of Valentines, a single forgettable day to celebrate tables not set for two, the cat eats on the floor and mirrors growl to “who’s the fairest?” time runs out like a marathon and c'est la vie offers a lumpy hospice bed hoping, even though it's our absence now someone will say a nice word or two and won't disrupt the tombstone engraved with a stupid c’est la vie wasn't there something outstanding like fireworks or walking on the moon? when the bargaining table is tilted [2018.18.4...a] |