Year 2: Day 16 – Everyone Always Complains

Everyone always complains.
It really bums me out.

A woman on a mountain,
a man in the street,
kids at their desks,
and wolves
have got nothing good to say.

I wake up to a world where the ground is littered
with dropped microphones,
still plugged into a deafening roar
of static.

I pull on my shoes and grab mine,
whisper some mumblings
at the end of the block,
leave my dot in the huddled masses
of important things said.

And when everyone comes back
to claim their mics at the end of the day,
they’re all complaining
about the hassle to bring them home.

I think of this every day
and why do we bother.

 

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Year 2: Day 15 – I Wanna Be A Clam

You can tell me
if I gotta be some citizen, but
just gimme the wink
that I can be a clam and die
and I’ll be fine.

Who’s the fool to fix
what nobody understands,
albatross-toss-and-turn
all night?

I wanna be a clam.

Oh I know they don’t do much
but polish sand too numerous already,
but do you see that?
It was too much before I was here.

But doggedly, doggedly,
I can, I can,
keep taking my cracks at spit-shine
’til it’s over

because it will be.

I wanna be a clam,
darkness into dark,
and leave a quiet rock-study
of my bones.

I wanna be a clam and go
soundless into still,
but leave the jewels of my body
in the sand.

 

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Year 2: Day 14 – Business As Usual

Like there isn’t a jar of cookies on my desk,
like there isn’t a door that opens
out to the playground

Like there aren’t a thousand books in here,
like there isn’t anything else
I’d rather do

Like life just suddenly stops and spins again
the other way,
like something makes it different,
something huge

Like you were born for me today
and I just born for you,
but we had to go on with
business as usual

 

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Year 2: Day 13 – Welcome Back

“Welcome back,
you were hardly happy out there”
is the gurgling sound made by my
sneering, protected heart.

What does it know of gratitude?
What does it know of me?

Oh, but it knows a thing it wants
and needs no further permission
than to pang me near to death.

I only bow because it tripped me,
only kneel because I fell
and it just laughs to see me
giving up the fight-

what does it know of gratitude
for a quiet life of me,
what does it know of opting out,
of settling in?

“Welcome back,” it sings to me
as if I’d hardly ever left,
“come inside, sit by the fire,
and let it be.”

 

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52 Flashes of Fiction: Week 6 – The Frog Prince

Why is it that characters in fairy tales are always trying to melt away their weird exteriors to somehow prove how great they are underneath? I mean, I guess it’s not that complex of an idea but why do they always succeed? Why does the Beast get to be a man and we call that a happy ending? Why aren’t frogs ever just content to be cool frogs? What’s Pinocchio’s big issue with being what he is? I have never liked this about fairy tales, nor that everybody involved in those stories is always so relieved and pleased about the transformation. If I got to know and love a beast or a frog, I think I’d be pretty freaked out if they were suddenly a human man.

I said as much in one of those precious high school Literature classes one time, the ones that are generally just a great jumbled mess of inferior minds struggling to develop and/or to resist the blitzkrieg of somebody else’s ideas of “exercises in critical thinking.” I am always wrong in those classes because I always just say the opposite of what everyone else is saying, though sometimes I don’t really believe it. In this case I did believe it, and I was wrong because I was missing the importance of symbolism of stories.

“It’s vital to realize the difference between stories and real life,” the teacher was saying, “because things that could not happen in life can in stories, and they often stand in for emotions and situations that are intrinsic and therefore harder to illustrate.”

I am still not quite sure why that invalidated MY statement about beasts and princes, but it wasn’t like I was going to be a writer anyway. I was just trying to pass the class. I didn’t end up passing it, actually, because I stopped going to school the day my dead biology frog winked and blew a kiss at me and there was nothing symbolic about it.

It wasn’t even that I was freaked by a dead thing moving or an animal making human gestures- I immediately realized the significance of the story I was in the middle of. But what bothered me was that apparently not all princes ever get to be turned back to normal, and most of the time people don’t even notice.

Year 2: Day 12 – Subscription

It takes us a long time to realize
we’re not customers;
the boxes that show up on our doorsteps,
we never ordered.

But I still think sometimes
that my prayers get lost in the mail.

And I still get caught up
in waiting impatiently
by the phone.

I try to send back some of the things I get,
publications I never subscribed to,

but I think God is a magazine subscription-

I still think sometimes I can manage
all this paperwork,
that I can return unwanted parcels
and pay for expedited shipping,

but it’s true that certain magazines
just subscribe themselves to you.

 

Don’t forget to check out my first anthology, Candy Pizza: Poetry that’s Fun and Healthy, available on Amazon & Kindle.

 

Year 2: Day 11 – I’ll Love You Forever, Pinocchio

You’re a castle built up in the clouds, young man,
but I won’t forget your love-
you never knew I took it,
did you?

You had no idea what a champ you had grown to,
had grown to be perfect for me,
had shed all your true self for me.

If you were ever flesh you were putty,
and I saw nothing but wood,
but you’re easier to play with that way.

And if you ever broke that curse,
I’ll certainly look away.

 

Don’t forget to check out my first anthology, Candy Pizza: Poetry that’s Fun and Healthy, available on Amazon & Kindle.