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NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 13
Thirteen
One time, he marched down six flights
then, panting, demanded the manager,
argued his way into a room change. Any other
number would do, would keep him safe,
but those digits were cursed. He wouldn't
even walk in. He never stepped on pavement
cracks despite his mother turning to dust,
burnt sage and rosemary to cleanse the spirits
from his flat built in the eighties,
was always polite to magpies. In this way,
the unknown was kept in fierce control.
Life continued to intrude, long and
yet brief. He would not like this small poem.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 12
Aeolus
You would not know me in this form.
My face shifts and is never still
like the empty dunes that whistle
so sweetly or the swaying branches.
If inclined, I will fill your sails
with the steady direction of home,
and help your seeds scatter over soil.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 11
Observations in the Dark
Walking alone at night, gravity
increases. You are dragged downwards
towards the shivering planet. Your air
becomes a compressing accordian.
The sky is a finger tip stretch away.
NaPoWriMo 2019 day 10
Sequence
Synthetic flowers bloom through concrete
endless identical duplication.
Algorithms ensure each cluster is neat
and our coding is perfection.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 9
Demolition
The bulldozers, with unsmiling jaws,
sneak around behind your street.
Their growling engines go unheard.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 8
Remnants of Shock
Withered branches, bony fingers,
scrape a sea of forever cloud.
Ash falls in soft snow clumps,
embracing land with quiet tenderness.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 7
Playback
Lying in bed awake as the city sleeps,
the events of the day play before her
like a scratched and dusty DVD. Incidents
unfold out of sequence, sentences
skip and repeat and fall out of sync.
As the pause button fails again, she tries
to listen to calming sirens instead.
NaPoWriMo 2019 day 6
Möbius
and confusion and so you live
and this time round you learn
the universe has more dimensions
than you can possibly perceive
and you are an ant on a paper strip
and the end is darkness then lights
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 5
Dissonance
Under a static sky, we speak
in dial-up modem screeches.
Number stations replace news.
Books become junk code. Still, some
claim to see patterns in the flux.
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 4
Below
Down here, light dances on my skin.
The world is a muffled radio
playing the next house over.
I sink and try to tune in.