Poem-A-Day: Day 25

Response to Hate Mail

Dear Reader,
 It is, with my understanding
that I have deeply offended
one, or all of you.
To this,
I give my sweetest condolences?
Perhaps, as a token
of my true understanding
of our venerable, personal relationship,
that I offer you my life
in response.
At least, I would,
if you hadn’t already taken it.

   Yours,
   Author

Poem-A-Day: Day 24

Rolling the Die

Poem-A-Day: Day 23

Nightmare

Residual,
like a bad dream
that you fall back into
time and time again.
It’s not reoccurring
because it’s only one night
of horrible memories
and villainy,
calamitous intent
that drives the stake
into a werewolf heart.
It doesn’t do anything.

It’s laughable in the morning
after the cold sweats
recede.

Poem-A-Day: Day 22

Dark Side of My Moon

Sacrosanct the words
that etch their way
into the indelible memories,
like an ulcer;
acid eating away at soft tissue,
or collections of silver halides
caused from exposure,
to a what that remains unclear.

But the word’s permanence
takes precedence,
residence,
and grips tightly to the tendrils,
neurons hanging
from a jellyfish brain.

The words and diction,
a collection
of dictionary definitions
set to rhythm,

prismatic winding words
cast off in every direction.

Poem-A-Day: Day 21

Poem-A-Day: Day 20

After a Rain

Sometimes the trees looked like perfect mirrors
releasing

d
r
o
p
s

of water
from high above transcendent thoughts.

Poem-A-Day: Day 19

Last Call

a slap in the face
and a promise of
steady attendance
to a classroom drenched
in neon lights
the smell of despair
misery and mire
sludge of wasted dreams
genius and
a trite attempt at
best made attempts
uncorking a pale comparison
that would become
or has
what now
have more
in sudden realization
bread a salted round
and dropping dime
on wet counters
leaving under the power
of my own true self