Day 32 - Sucking (poem)

SUCKING

Never be afraid
to suck.  They say you can't
make an omelet without
breaking a few eggs.
Can't

find true love
without
breaking a few hearts.
Must

drop many balls
to better your reflexes.
Take

a punch to learn
how to fight.
Write

endless streams
of substandard prose
to find your

masterpiece.

Day 31 - Doldrums (poem)

DOLDRUMS

I can see
the sun, but not
feel its warmth. Touch
a blossom,
but not catch its scent.
Today

beauty feels
like clouds, and joy
seems barren.

Day 30 - Righteousness (poem)

RIGHTEOUSNESS

My knuckles are battered
and bruised
after tackling the heavy
bag with no gloves.
It seems the hang
of it I thought
I had,

I didn't.

Skin flayed off surprisingly
weak joints. Tweaked
wrists turned on
occasion, what should be
ramrod straight
and firm as steel
instead buckles like a toddler's knees
taking those first
few steps.  Pain

will remind me
this simple task
isn't.

Day 29 - Hypocrisy (poem)

HYPOCRISY

A mirror
faces
a mirror
and reflects itself
endlessly.  The cascade,
beautiful,
rejects anything
other than
the other.

Day 28 - Libraries (poem)

LIBRARIES

I love 'em.
The musty, smellifluous
hug they proffer.
Like a big bosomed Earth mother.
She wants you

in the comfort
of her rows, spread
to birth the proud prose
of my Rock Gods -
Barker, Achebe, Blake.
Sinewy, seductive tales
wrapped skin tight
under covers

pulled across
a tender spine.

Day 27 - Debate (poem)

DEBATE

The crowd loves
this dance
of red cape,
gleaming sword, teeth
bared, horns
in search of purchase.
But

for one opponent
in the false honor
of this bloody
arena
there is no end but
death.

Day 26 - Love (poem)

LOVE

If you must
sing to me
of love, don't
sing to me
of puppies.  Their silky
coats.  Their wet,
pink noses.  No

if you must
sing to me
of love, sing to me
of porcupine quills,
struck deep
in the arm
because you won't
let go
despite the pain.  Leaving you

scarred.
Wounded.