Well, its not what you would you would call funny necessarily but its kind of funny to me to look back on how things were in high school; how angsty and sexually frustrate we were! Haha! Anyway, I think its a quirky little piece with a lot of personal nostalgia.

Soggy cigarettes in my back pocket,
standing in rain-soaked socks

as a car pulls up with a man in a hat.
“Where ‘ya headed?” and I reply

“Anywhere. Gotta get outta Idaho.”
There’s nothing here but sheep

and fields and fields and
we’ve eaten nothing but potatoes

for six days straight. “Maybe the coast,”
I say and climb in. “Heard its nice there.”

At times she is a wild woman:
raw, aroused, untamed
like a stallion, longing to be free.
She is both lure and love,
impassioned sonnets from her tongue,
forever young.

I really ran with this prompt and was happy with how it turned out. Could still use some tweaking but I’ll let it rest a while. Basically, the prompt entailed personifying one’s own personal poetry. In my case, it is two women. Or rather one double-life leading woman!

And the center
with its perfect symmetry:
intricate, delicate
beautiful, whole.

A letter:
sitting on the front porch
when they arrive,
that fucking flag
like a body bag.

For my third NaPoWriMo prompt I chose to address an irrational, yet terrible and persistent, fear of my boyfriend being conscripted to fight in some war. Its a recurring nightmare that often stays with me throughout the days. Though I’m happy with what I have come up with I feel it has a little more potential in it still. Its definitely something I’ll continue to work with. With that said, please feel free to criticize at will!

He grabs me, gruff,
pulled into his scent
stale, musty, sandpaper.

I love him like this
untouched by the day.

Well, I didn’t have much luck with the prompt, that’s for sure. I attempted the Radisson Witch Project and the Right Wing Policy and the Right to Water Program but nothing came about so I’ve posted something else I wrote today that I am pretty fond of. Better luck tomorrow! That’s what this is all about, right?

For my first NaPoWriMo poem, I was instructed to incorporate the names of the first five songs to appear on my iTunes shuffle mode. Big thanks to Read Write Poem for Donna Vorreyer such a great prompt. The songs I wound up with are as follows: Crazy Crazy Crazy by Michael Franti, When the Night Feels my Song by Bedouin Soundclash, Spanish Castle Magic by Jimi Hendrix, In a Little While by Hot Action Cop and Better Days by OPM. Enjoy!

Burning

He says I’m crazy, crazy, crazy
and its all in the eyes the way they
burn like Tinakula and beg
like Luamerava.

When the night feels my song
we dance barefoot, hot coals,
smoke rising high in a
red, red sky.

All I want is a little Spanish castle magic,
a little apasionado to really feel
alive and maybe, in a little while,
the hunger will be better.

Daze are long and hot
he says my skin sticks like honey;
he says its all in the eyes
the way they burn, burn, burn.

standing in your kitchen, all i want
is to open the window
let the impossible black fill us
every pore until we are
just star-specked organisms
drifting, one with deep space
until we are just one

a sickly cross
upon a mound.

A question.
Where does this road go?