OctPoWriMo 25

Steady sound of rain 
occasional thunder crash
feeling emptiness

from being outside
avoiding people in cars
good night for pizza

OctPoWriMo 24

Childhood is meant 
to be relived

what a relief
to recognize in

the impression
a leaf makes in

a plate of mulch
imagination by

any other means
satisfied by this meal

a face waits to be
young with you

OctPoWriMo 23

Easy to forget how much 
you grew up without

grasping the concept
just following along

in costume blank faced
holding the bag open

accepting the sweetness
because it was given

and understood nothing
was required in return

OctPoWriMo 22

The cats spent
the evening trying

to climb the chair
we lazily left the treats

they wouldn’t eat
this morning

OctPoWriMo 21

Whatever happens to 
the years months weeks days
we never think about

they must have happened
and sometimes crawl to the surface
while we are unawares

like a PBS marathon
in the middle of the night
you stayed up to record on VHS

repeats worth watching again
even stay vigilant awake
to skip the pledge breaks

but fall asleep as they play
backwards and forwards in a loop
you never sit through anymore

somewhere in this world
everything happens at once
for the first time

and it goes unnoticed unremarked
but happens nonetheless
and we are there sleepy eyed

against the tide to witness
and adjust while
someone else drives the car

OctPoWriMo 20

Not getting used to
how everyone decided
this is normal
without consulting
the other side

OctPoWriMo 19

Harvest moon
around the corner
just above the horizon

everyone slows down
as if surprised to find
something larger than their own ego

hanging there in the sky

OctPoWriMo 18

The traffic restores a sense that we are
doomed already destined by our actions
to travel in a circle endlessly
the same distances we went yesterday
and will again tomorrow not today
it does not exist only a concept
never attained except by emptying
all thought and emotion to the flux of
our incapacity to imagine
any alternate routes that would bring us
outside of this noisy impatient loop
a beltway if you will bloated by time
until filibustered it collapses
stands stock still while the rest of them passes

OctPoWriMo 17

The shift in seasons
forecast but unexpected
too sudden to leave

the windows open
for even one afternoon
we just opened them

moon more visible
moon took off their mask too soon
atmosphere undone

will it be colder
tomorrow or will today
keep on repeating

what makes a season
so long end so abruptly
like it wasn’t there

things staying in place
things no longer a result
of telling apart

this might be all that there is

OctPoWriMo 16

Voices in my head 
so much of my life and times
ringing in my brain

makes no sense at all
is what remains is what remains
on the edge of the

Hoover dam I am
I will stand guard over you
see a little light

I know you still care
hardly getting over it
I can’t change your mind

I apologize
all these sins I know so well
next generation