“Lunch” – Day 13 of National Poetry Month

I raised my hand And on the fork the chicken Smelled like fancy mustard And the sky outside the window was pleasant And the existence of God was in dispute And a war continued And the restaurant played decent music And I enjoyed my food So repeated the process Simultaneously mundane and absurd, I think … Continue reading “Lunch” – Day 13 of National Poetry Month →

“Dreams and Dust” – Day 4 of National Poetry Month

Dreams and dust Dreams and dust And hours and hours alone Building and planning Planning and building Pacing the rooms, breathing in pain Labored Resting Stretched beneath a wild, sprawling ceiling Ten thousand tiles wider than remembered Staring, waiting, longing, dreaming Folding dust until it falls Stacked particles Statuesque collapsing Excited by a liquid Alive … Continue reading “Dreams and Dust” – Day 4 of National Poetry Month →