DAY 1 – GEMSTONES OF THE WORLD

three times we pressed the rose quartz
back      you twice I just the once
because you did              the cheap adhesive the only stone
what wouldn’t stay

nighttime she drops       a final click
and I leave her be
off the charts
like she wants

D says letting it be
means to work at it
constantly

in this you and I
cease to disagree
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(25) found poetry: theseus

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the crying minotaur

Make no mistake,
one way streets, alleys, and dead ends
are trapdoors that
Might Be Wrong.

(labyrinth), devour us.

an unreachable state of utopia
of society by society for society
is worth the price of admission
to be thrown out of order

build on.

the flow starts to
gain momentum in
Its self-destructing nature

let
curiosity
find the
exit.

*Note:
the above mentioned event
happened.

(24) on finding yourself in a place that is constantly rebuilding

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A TOURIST IN YOUR OWN COUNTRY?
NO FEAR. THE RUINS A REMINDER
OF YOUR OWN SOUL. THIS ENDLESS
DOCUMENTATION BOTH CAUSE OF
AND CONCERN FOR DOWNFALL
OF AN EMPIRE.

MAYBE
BETTER AS MOSAIC
THE MERLION.

IN THE END:
ONLY EVIDENCE.

(23) leaf litter

the stink of wealth, or blood

you are a freshly-minted dollar,
your copperhead eyes, the stink
of wealth, or blood;

Osho was obsessed with toads and
the sound of clear springwater.

I am obsessed with lying
about poets I barely know.
you taste like lily-pads feel.
cool and glabrous.

nice things that can be said about you:
your mottled lips are hairless.
your body is
mostly devoid of scales.
you breathe like mud and
daybreak dappled across old trees.

amphibian means you live
in both the dry land of my longing
and the puddled wet of desperation

(22) THE BREAKUP MANIFESTO

the clammy eel-wet feel of disappointment

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WE MISTOLERATE YOU! THE THINGS YOU
PUT US THROUGH TASTE LIKE EQUAL PARTS
COUGH SYRUP AND PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE!
WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH, OUR BELLIES FULL TO
BURSTING WITH HACKNEYED APOLOGIES,
SLIGHTS OF NEGLECT, DEEP-SET LONGING!

WE FAIL TO SEE THE SENSE IN BEDDING DOWN
ANY LONGER WITH THAT WHICH WE DO NOT
TRUST! WE FAIL TO SEE THE SENSE OF RIDING
(THOUGH YOUR HIPS BE AS COMELY AS ANY)
A HORSE DEAD FROM THE BEGINNING! WE ARE
LIKE TO TRUST NONE AFTER YOU HAVE HAD
YOUR USE OF US, YOUR SORRY TALES OF NOT-
GOOD-ENOUGH SITTING IN OUR CRAWS LIKE
A FISHBONE WITH NO COMMON COURTESY!

HOWEVERMUCH YOU LINE YOUR EYES WITH
THE VERY NIGHT IS IMMATERIAL! HOWEVER
SWEET YOUR WORDS, YOUR SYCOPHANTIC
NATURE, THE BEGUILING TOUCH OF YOUR
SLEEVE! WE ARE GRANTED NO REPRIEVE
FROM THE CLAMMY EEL-WET FEEL OF YOUR
DISAPPOINTMENT!

ONE HAS TO LEARN. ONE NEEDS TO CLASP
THEMSELVES CLOSE IN ORDER NOT TO LOSE
THEIR WAY. ONE NEEDS TO LOSE YOU, AND
QUICKLY. THIS IS THE STRENGTH FOR WHICH
WE ARE WEEPING. THIS IS THE NIGHT FROM
WHICH WE MARCH.

(20) a sound like unending elevator music and desperation

sacrifice and some say salvation

 

salt all the entrances. lay out the blood sacrifice. wind back all the clocks. this gives you time to hope. no matter what – don’t hang up.

you pray the pentacles
you’ve chalked next to your keyboard
work.

is no price too high
for internet speed?

 

Part of SingPoWriMo’s poetry challenge for Day 22 (obviously, numbers don’t mean much to me): write a liwuli, an ‘ancient Southeast Asian verse form’ of absolute beauty and esoteric nature.

[a liwuli is composed of: three stanzas:
an imperative prose poem – 31 syllables;
three lines of any length – 14 syllables;
two lines of questions – 10 syllables]