…but divisible by one
a prime number
held culpable for
irrational conversions
constructed
of misappropriated
commas
these periods
erroneously punctuated
digits disassembling
wrong in all places
calculated to confound
the ratio routed
from a human center
but circular
expanding forever
never quite finding
a measure
accounting for
complementary
probability
that our overlapping
spatial arrangements
might converge into
the robust
Venn intersection
but Love is less
than three
and still greater than me.
NaPoWriMo 21:30 ~ Love is Less than Three
by The AOMuseNaPoWriMo 20:30 ~ Recycled Words
by The AOMusewrite & discard
leaving
miles of ink
between
the first screed
and its reread
reaching
fever pitch
and panting
that words should
flow as water
until the well
runs dry
scraping ground
in desperation
digging
your ambition
a smidgen deeper
for i am
still…
…thirsty
hitchhiking
with a thumb out
headed back around
to chart the course
when these
once discarded
words
become discovered
once again.
NaPoWriMo 19:30 ~ Before Beautyful
by The AOMuseNaPoWriMo 18:30 ~ Temperament
by The AOMuseOrange you glad
I am ticking Clockwork
inspecting the mechanized
mainspring
to ensure its coil
not be wound too taut
beyond
all sensible measure
someday this drum
could snap its sprocket
and send the whole
predictable weight of me
collapsing
upon whatever
available ground
is within range
but I am ticking clockwork
whom would not advise you
test the strength of its cord.
NaPoWriMo 17:30 ~ Rudiments of a Revolutionary
by The AOMuse((long memory))
until the friction
of matriculation
in the School
of the Americas
no longer rubs
raw
global democracy
be vigilantly
buttressed against
this stateside cult
of forgetfulness
though you are
admonished
with mantras
of profound
disbelief
and our particular
good intentions
((remind yourself))
that Big Stick
diplomacy
has not ever
succeeded
in securing peace
where it now
swats away
((democratic sovereignty))
like kitchen full
with flies
to float its ego
on stabilizing
the insect problem
though refusing
to open a window
((calloused hands))
malcontents may
make news
but history is held
steadfastly in the grasp
of those
dissatisfied to
leave their best ideas
to wither
about the vines
be wedded
to the reality
that if the man
with a hammer
meets the man
with a nail
they are unlikely
to ever be
lacking work
((curious skepticism))
beware the patriotic
whisper
where language
lilts and dances
draped in a cloth
of stars and stripes
when it cites “CISPA”
return “censorship”
call “enhanced interrogation”
by its birth name “torture”
no tepid
“jurisdictional transfer”
in the face of
“extraordinary rendition”
be no more
compelled to render
invisible victims
those deemed
unworthy
of journalistic
attention
make plain crimes
and consequences
when all are made
unmentionable
in polite company
((cause fuck chivalry))
when the world is burning.
NaPoWriMo 16:30 ~ The Weary & The Restless
by The AOMuse…settled never
this restive mover
whose fear of missing
a life milestone
in the rear view mirror
did require perpetual
wakeful hours
napping only
as a happy consequence
when his
circadian rhythm
threatened complete
disassembly
athwart the ballroom
floor
…since boyhood
employing
the most notorious
cover dodge
dashing for bed
long enough
to slip beneath
mother’s slumber
and initiate
a swift return
to some previously
scheduled
“Legend of Zelda”
victory
already in progress
…thus in manhood
still unable to
plant roots
dependably
astride any
organized mattress
save for sake
of severe illness
or the restorative
warmth
of a spooning
companion
will ever
there arise
an evening
abounding
in more rest
than weary?
only the shut eye knows
for sure.
NaPoWriMo 15:30 ~ A Mere 5 Inches
by The AOMuseNaPoWriMo 14:30 ~ No Apple, No Snake, No Consquences
by The AOMuseNaPoWriMo 13:30 ~ Ballad of a Broken Poem (Written in a Shade of Azul)
by The AOMuse“In the lifetime of an artist, you will only do one perfect thing. And the crazy thing about the perfect thing that you do is that you’ll just happen upon it.” ~ Azuleology
so he proofed, polished
poked, prodded
panhandled and peddled
his way in search
of a poem
rendered perfect
until his pentameter
was punch drunk
and slumped
in a ring stool
like a prizefighter
post fisticuffs
deep cuts and swelling
evidence
that no training
would suffice
to prevent
an inevitable
pummeling
at the hands
of those critics
so you had better
go down swinging
while standing
some artistically
meaningful ground.
NaPoWriMo 12:30 ~ Flirtility
by The AOMusewould that i may
abandon contrition
and allow
the deep attunement
of our movement
to fade beyond
mere dancing antics
fold into a risque
tango
forge forward
into a forbidden
frontier territory
and plant my flag
of colonization
unfortunately
i am writer
surpassed only
by the elephant
in our capacity
for mulling
over memory
being kneecapped
by an untimely
arrival of nostalgia
powerless
to bind a left hand
from being
wholly aware
of the illicit affairs
on the right
the writer
whose recollection
unfolds as vast
as his vocabulary
paralyzed by
past transgressions
haunted by
each full color
reflection
unfolding in
brilliant bursting
emotionally
tangible
contextual
consequence
i feel it like
it were yesterday
and resist
a futile exercise
in wrestling
with principle
for the taste
of temptation
is often too good
to be true.
Resistance ain’t
so futile after all.











