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  • OctPoWriMo 14

    Sometimes shelving the stacks brings you
    Unwittingly to books of poetry
    Consumed at such an early age
    Before you knew too much of the world
    Singing each to each too soon! Too soon!
    And the metaphors leaping over the moon
    Artifacts of a world you thought you could have known
    If the burdens of unpaid student loans hadn’t kept you home
    While all the business suits wracked up their 401k’s
    And the bottom dropped out of the market multiple ways
    Now no one has any use for poesy
    Not that they ever did but somehow that’s why
    When you turn to pages published in 1997
    When you were merely a freshman
    It sounds like another universe a far rockaway of the heart
    That world so far distant you thought about to start
    The twentieth century losing religion half a world away
    Half of your life was spent this way
    Dodging from catastrophe to catastrophe
    Hoping the five freedoms hardly enumerated made to see
    Somehow the trajectory turned to fascism
    The bitter end result of pervasive postmodernism
    Who tells the truth? Who even has an opinion?
    By turning the channels you can avoid all collision
    Even if the election turns a certain way
    That doesn’t make the ugliness go away
    It was always here it still exists
    Even if the resistance somehow resists
    We all have so much work to do we haven’t begun
    To count the dreams that pass like the breath of everyone
    October 14, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 13

    Right now the only
    Thing I have energy for
    Is pushing refresh

    In my email app
    For a notification
    To make sure the vote

    I cast has a chance
    To be counted—I may have
    Filled in the ovals

    Until they were bleeding through
    October 13, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 12

    Already the lines are starting to form
    Slouching toward ballot booths to be born
    Our bodies are waiting to be counted
    The challenges we all have surmounted
    To raise umbrellas to the coming storm
    Already the lines are starting to form
    If democracy were priority
    We all would be granted seniority
    Our time is not our only sacrifice
    To play by the rules means not playing nice
    We’ve tried to avoid such a viral load
    At the rallies gathered just down the road
    They may lose the way to their polling place
    Justice is served at the end of the race
    October 12, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 11

    Admitting I could never understand
    The language claiming God victorious
    The suffering of neighbors was not planned
    To glorify what is inglorious
    We love so much we have to count as loss
    Appearing there before us like a dream
    Our ship is dashed before the storm can toss
    Us on the shore where shards of darkness gleam
    Though memory remains ephemeral
    Our bodies light and carbon captured still
    The soul a drop of water flows withal
    Who walk in ways of yet unraptured will
    The victory: existence as it’s known
    Is now and always will have been our home
    October 11, 2020
    Poetry, Sonnet

  • OctPoWriMo 10

    Today I couldn’t
    Take the street I always take
    To the library

    They were setting up
    Tables and chairs for cocktails
    I found out later

    And when I drove home
    A guitar noodled while folks
    Sat close together

    I went another
    Way back home—Main Street protests
    Each side of the street

    I couldn’t get through
    The barricade set up for
    The deplorables

    So I drove around
    The block playing John Lennon’s
    Gimme Some Truth as

    Loud as I possibly could
    October 10, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 9

    The song in my head
    That does not go unnoticed
    Every single night

    I might not have heard
    For years or even decades
    But there it appears

    While doing dishes
    Or getting ready for bed
    Like I have no choice

    I guess I could start
    To think the song is finished
    But it keeps playing

    Whether I listen or not
    October 9, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 8

    Spent some time today
    Remembering how I thought
    That four years ago

    The world was ending
    Eventually I woke
    And it continued

    Though not quite without
    Reassurance that we would
    Come to our senses

    Or that we could plan
    For anything beyond what
    The future may hold

    I am still not sure
    I ever really woke up
    So much uncertain

    The endings keep happening
    October 9, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 7

    There’s a fly on his head
    And his eye is putrid red
    Pencearrhea
    Pencearrhea

    When he won’t shut up
    And his eye is full of blood
    Pencearrhea
    Pencearrhea

    When he asks for more time
    His plexiglass is full of grime
    Pencearrhea
    Pencearrhea

    When he smirks because white
    While she puts out the gaslight
    Pencearrhea
    Pencearrhea

    And his eye’s so red
    Oh and the fly’s still on his head
    Pencearrhea
    Pencearrhea
    October 7, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 6

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    This update contains bug fixes.

    Bug fixes, performance improvements, and more cat videos.

    Keep your America updated to get the latest America experience on your iPhone and iPad.
    And in this release, we fixed bugs and made performance improvements.
    Just for you.

    We are always working to make the America faster and more stable.
    If you are enjoying the America, please consider leaving a review or rating!

    We’ve added a few updates to make the America even better.
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    We made improvements and squashed bugs so America is even better for you.

    We fixed some bugs and added some performance enhancements.

    Bug fixes and various improvements!

    We update the America regularly so we can make it better for you.
    Get the latest version for all of the available America features.
    This version includes several bug fixes and performance improvements.

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    Bug fixes.
    October 6, 2020
    Poetry

  • OctPoWriMo 5

    Look out for all the
    Inherent vitality
    Gasping for some air

    If it’s on the news
    Then it must be news—why else
    Discharge at dinner?

    At least we now know
    All there is to know in fact
    It’s really simple

    Psychopaths infect
    Everyone in their employ
    Until none remain
    October 5, 2020
    Poetry

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