NaPoWriMo 5--9

April 5th, 2012

It was the unearthing of everything.
The wind was bestial
and hungry,  
it stripped away.

I left the window open.

It meant nothing.
It meant nothing at all.


April 6th, 2012

There is nothing left
to be said so we
say it.

Outside,
the birds and beetles
eat each other.


April 7th, 2012

When outgrowing yourself,
as hermit crabs do,
go down to the waterfront.
Find your new place, call it
precious, make it true
by speaking.

So it is with all things. I love,
I hate, there is an un-tame boar
in my head. I have flown widely
and seen the world to be kind.

Make it true. Construct
your new place, say
you found it.


April 8th, 2012

The cats around here
pretend to be tame, eat
from the hand then
go for the face.

Each year, the cycles of
man and cat. What the winter overlooks
we kill with poison but spring comes
and they find a way.

After seven days of domestication,
God returned to his feral wildness.
He roamed the land, His mouth
full of blood. The winter
could not grip Him and we
didn't yet have large-predator guns.

We called our fear worship
and hid our faces.


April 9th, 2012

Out into the sun
to let something green
take root in my mouth. This isn't
about poetry, only some sort of
photosynthesis, as necessary
and dear as love.