100/365 - Eccentric

 

You like to make an

entrance

stretching tall

so elegant

begging to be seen

And with all gazes 

amassed

you unfurl 

one by one

stretching to the sun

Bright pink stripes and

butter white

as spring flowers

start to fade

soon they will be gone

But your petal's bloom

has just

begun

99/365 - Wealthy

 

Puddles of color

pooled

on spring green leaves

Butterflies danced

and bees hummed

There is no lack

of beauty

in the flowers

BUT

The abundance of 

pollen

makes me

SNEEZE

98/365 - Sport

 

I'm being hunted

that I can see

It's a game for him

but a life for me

Stalking me

in the shadows of night

7 PM 

or 3 AM

It doesn't even matter

if it's dark or light

If you're wearing a dress

and sky scraping heels

or if your in sweatpants 

with dirty hair

They don't care

Bad neighborhood

or good

As long as we're

objectified

they'll believe

it's their right

That we are theirs

to do with

what they like

97/365 - Squirt

 

This is a delicate process

very tricky indeed

It takes a gentle, but firm hand

to het you what you need

But nothings coming out

Oh, oops, the nozzle's closed

so you twist it open

but still it doesn't flow

Your using both hands now

tightening your grip

but squeezing as hard as you dare

yields just one tiny drip

And so you bang on the bottle

and give it a sharp shake

Then you squeeze, one last time - 

it covers your entire plate

96/365 - Tailspin

 

I am a brick wall

relentlessly

ramming a brick wall

Every atom of

reality

tells me 

IT IS FRUITLESS

Every muscle 

inside me screams

but

I AM ruthless

The harder it is

to move forward

the more

I know to go

Despite the voice

inside my head

that says

NO 

STOP 

NO

And while I push

into the gale

of the 

building breakdown

I see the shadow

of my doubts

casted off

without 

a 

sound

95/365 - Thin-skinned

 

Perhaps its those

that blame the most

who are actually 

doing wrong

Spouting their hate

at the accused

but we are rubber

and they are glue

94/365 - Pound

 

The voices ebb and flow

a confused wake

rolling through the night

Who throws a party

on a Sunday night?

Three of my neighbors - 

apparently.

The drunken laughter sounds

cause my restless head

to pound

The only thing

that lulls me to sleep

is the thought of 

the Monday morning

pain they will reap

93/365: Shore

 

I've been riding

on the edge of the roar

Toeing the lone

on the edge of the shore

I'm struggling to stay

out of the sand

Struggling to stay

on the solid land

But the edge of the road

drops into the gutter

Where the wildflowers bloom

despite the cacophony

Where an endless procession

of cars zoom 

like an incessant river

rushing by

And then there's me

balancing on the white line

that separates the two

Just my bike and I

92/365 - Register

 

I'm sorry I didn't

think of you

until you reminded me 

that you're here too

I'm sorry it didn't 

cross my mind

to consider your needs

as well as mine

I'm sorry I cried out

so loud

that you were afraid

I'd draw a crowd

But honestly I didn't

know what else to do

there seemed to be no other

way to get through

I'd been whispering so long

but you never did hear -

now at leas

we both seem to care

91/365 Weep

 

I sit calmly 

by the sea

and let the sound

wash over me

while the waves

lap at my feet

and the gulls soar

so high above

The thunder claps

for lightning's flash

as heavy clouds

unburden

I turn my face

up to the sky

and let my tears mix

with fat drops of rain

My winded breathing

matches the pounding

of my feet down

the dusty trail

Corpulent drops of sweat

flow freely

from my pores

as each steps

brings me closer

to the ice cold drink

that is waiting

with beckoning condensation

When I have finished

exuding my self-detriments

90/365 - Incense

 

I wandered through the dappled shade

of whispering pine trees

even though the mercury

is well above 100 degrees

The air is freshened with a cool 

alpine laced breeze

that carries with it

the murmured scent

of leaf litter on the forest floor

Or am I wandering

down the path

towards my backyard

where I catch a whiff

of that same smell

of so many bygone summers

of tree sap

and decay 

and campfires

and the pine needles that my neighbor has used

as a weed block

warming in the sun

and releasing

the redolent scent

that transports me to the mountain top

89/365 - An

 

Explain yourself

who are you?

Circle all that apply

What are your

interests?

What are your

thoughts?

What do you

do?

There are these boxes

we'll fit you into

Its important to categorize

who you are

where you've been

what you want

where and when

There are people out there

who'll pay big bucks, you see

to sell you the things

you absolutely don't need

88/365 - Esteem

 

I envy the butterfly

dancing on the breeze

I covet the bird

singing in the trees

When I see a cat

curled up in the sun

I was instead of him

I was the one

lounging about

through the days

basking under

those warm rays

Or perhaps I'd rather

be the bee

with a sea of flowers

just for me

and if my wings tire

and my energy's sapped

I'll find a welcoming poppy

and take a little nap

87/365 - Subdue

 

There is a thought

I cannot elude

Are the dreams

I have for me

the dreams

you have for you?

I'm happy to share

don't get me wrong

but do you care

or do you go along

And if I wasn't here

what would you do?

Surrounded by your screens

becoming more pacified

alone, and subdued

86/365 - Relish

 

A silky sweet perfume

strolls through the breeze

riding the warm currents

of April spring-time tease

swirling and twirling

around my dizzy head

sending me spinning

into my memories

of a childhood spent

running amongst orange trees

and that saccharine smell

of their blossoms

scent symphonies

85/365 - Stimulus

 

I don't need you

anymore

to help me up and

out the door

I don't need your

wired kick

to help my afternoon

clock tick

I don't need my

hands to shake

when I drink to much

to stay awake

I don't need the

racing heart

when that buzz

really starts

But I do still

crave your taste

so I guess decaf

will suffice

84/365 - Armor-clad

 

I retract my hands

into my sleeves

and step out the front door

summer in Sacramento

over 100 degrees

but I didn't notice

anymore

With my hood pulled up

and my eyes cast down

I didn't notice if I

was too warm

But there wasn't a

sweater that could

keep me from feeling

so forlorn

Now so many years later

but how can it be

that I was her

and she was me

I've come so far

and moved away

to a place of perpetual

sweater weather

As middle-age teases

and youth slips away

I now forever

crave the heat

83/365 - Rosepink

 

They try to make you

live their life

They try to make you

believe

that if you simply

walk their line

you will have all

you need

And if you dare

to complain

they'll give you

rose tinted glasses to see

Well this is me

taking the glasses off

This is me

starting anew

This is me

turning the front door handle

This is me

stepping through

This is me

telling that life 

goodbye

You can join me

and leave it too 

82/365 - Swindle

 

I spent 30 minutes

scrolling

through Grub Hub

before I made myself

a lean turkey wrap

on a cauliflower tortilla

My body

thanked me

but my tastebuds think

they got

a raw deal

Meanwhile the dog

eyes the kibble

in his bowl

before looking at me

(and my lean turkey wrap)

with a face full of woe

I say

"I'm sorry Fred

I know you feel defeated

but if it's any consolation

I think we've both

been cheated"

81/365 - Giddap

 

The rains came

in the middle

of the night

Each drop a caress

tickling bright green stems

Trickling to the ground

where callow roots

sprawl

Dawn breaks the rain

a tender touch

parts the clouds

and the suns rays

shine through

Seeking out

delicate leaves

And with it comes

a galloping breeze

"grow"

it seems to say

grow bigger

everyday

80/365 - Millenary

 

One hundred

thousand

million

dreams

One hundred

thousand

million 

hopes

On hundred

thousand

million

desires

One hundred

thousand

million

possibilities

Just close your eyes

and exhale

79/365 - Lawn

 

Today I crave the waning fall

not the building spring

I crave nostalgia

The static crunch

of autumn leaves

coaxed from the boughs

of the trees

that line the sidewalks

I don't want to run

through mustard fields

or roll in the 

cool

perfectly manicured

suburban lawns

waiting to feel

the welcome spray

of sprinklers

cutting through

the summer heat

I want the anticipation

of new beginnings

riding upon

the cool breeze

that cuts through

the remnants

of sweltering summer days

and swirls through

the open front door

where backpacks wait

filled with anticipation

newly purchased

in expectation

for the start

of the new school year

78/365 - Chlorophyll

 

What's your favorite color

he asks

my head

nestled in the pillow

of his belly

bobbing with 

the rhythm of his words

I sigh

squinting my

eyes against the sun

that's bursting forth

through the 

canopy of leaves 

casting

cool shadows

across the

foliated ground

"green"

I whisper

my breath

interlacing

with the wind

that rustles

the boughs

77/365 - Queve

 

They said to stand

right here

and take my place

in line

They said to just

be patient

it would be my turn

in time

They said not to

worry

There is plenty to

go around

They said not to

make a fuss

They said to

just calm down

But the line just

keeps getting longer

Not just behind

but in front

People keep

sneaking ahead

Why do they 

get to cut

But I remain composed

watching this unfold

still believing

I'll get my share

if I do

what I'm told

But as time

dwindles on

It all becomes quite clear

that I'll be left

all alone

still just waiting

here

76/365 - Communicable

 

Madness begets madness

compounds, fractures, splits

a sickly sour fog

fouls every crevasse

of existence

I long to be a pinpoint

a beckoning ray of light

not warning you away

but drawing you inside

to my peaceful island

an oasis of flowers

a brief moment of joy

amongst all the dreadful hours

And hopefully the smile

that stows away on your face

can burst forth

from the haze

and spread good cheer

from place to place

75/365 - Wavelet

 

Long lolling waves

languidly lap

the untroubled shore

From the ether

a murmured whisper's

gentle breath

rustles the leaves

A suggestion of

what's to come

The building breeze

rolls the seas

leaving the waves

to foam at the mouth

Swirling and churning

tumultuous maelstrom

of wind

and water

and stinging sand

With eyes closed shut

and palms dug in

the murky depths

of my mind

flail for dry land

74/365 - Inaction

 

I want to sit here with you

and while away the hours

on a bench above the sea

Where the sun skips

across reposeful waves

that tag the pillars

of the dock

before returning

to the horizon

And the only

thing we need

to accomplish this time

is simply just 

to deeply breathe

and hold your hand

in mine

73/365 - Unbosom

 

I was paid a visit today

from whom

I did not see

But they felt the need to show

that they did see me

And all my secret hopes and dreams

that I covered in soil

to bloom into a springtime garden

that has made somebody smile

72/365 - Diagnose

 

Did somebody leave

the water running?

Is the faucet on

upstairs?

Wait

that's not water

I think it's static

Who left

the radio

plugged in up there?

71/365 - Battery

 

Sometimes he hits me

on the nose

He may be tiny

but his claws are exposed

He hides in places

I don't expect

Then bounces on me

and bites my neck

And every time

I wag my tail

he chases it

without fail

But when with him

I want to play

my growling scares

him away

Having a cat brother's

not all it's cracked up to be

I fear he might even

be cuter than me