192/365 - Berry

 

I breathed deep

the bay breeze

salt and seaweed and

strawberries?

And then

over my shoulder

I see

A three pint pallet

of summer red berries

grasped in the hands

of a girl

with ruby stained fingers

and lips to match

as we fly across the bay

a perfect ferry snack

Can I hove some too?

I almost ask

but the engine thrum

and the wind wave roar

winds to a fever pitch

in my head

so I stand in the corner

and watch her fingers

turn a deeper

shade of red

191/365 - Mush

 

Squishy

green carpet

soft velveteen decay

melting into the mush

slowly fading away

earth reclaims

entirely

190/365 - Squawk

 

Am I annoying yet?

Because that's what I'm trying

to do

I've got to be annoying

to get through

I see you

Starting to get complacent

sad sack

sitting on the couch

(which you're starting to resemble)

lethargy

creep creep creeping through

GET UP!

Put on your shoes!

hit the streets

yell and scream

be annoying

follow my cue

They've taken my

rights away

soon they'll take yours

too

189/365 - Olden

 

Give me another corner

begging to be turned

a trail meandering

toward an endless horizon

The blue sky day

where the blackbirds play

on the sun baked

dusty breeze

Swooping among

the dancing flax fields

singing their percussion song

while I pedal along

with nothing but a note

left on the kitchen counter

telling where I have gone

I won't be long

Just all day

but I'll be home before

the streetlights come on

and if there's a problem

I'll call collect

I'm sure there's a payphone

just around the next corner

188/365 - Zoo

 

The natural habitat

of the domestic-short-hair-cat

perched in the window bay

so much territory

to survey

this could take all day

but I bet

any minute

now

he'll take a nap

anyway

king of this menagerie

the domestic-short-hair-cat

in his natural

habitat

187/365 - Coalition

 

Ma-a

Ma-a-a

Ma-a-a-ow

The chatter

of the catter

tabby orange-

cinnamon bun

has his prey

in his sights

but the hunt

has just begun

From the floor

to the counter

but still so far

from his grasp

and then the human

with the assist

and he has

the bug at last

186/365 - Bloodless

 

An epic battle

was waged today

and in the end

a dragon was slayed

But not a drop

of blood was spilled

Just the crimson nectar

of the killed

185/365 - Maxim

 

Best laid plans

they say

Nothings going my way

Not this second

Not this minute

Not today

(Not yesterday)

But I just

keep on truckin'

keep going with the flow

Just keep going

Okay?

184/365 - Tariff

 

It's a given

that some is given

to me

and in turn

I'll give some

to you

One of the benefits

of dining

with a partner

(besides having someone

to talk to)

is ordering one meal

but trying

two

183/365 - Saltigrade

 

Electric orange

static shock

spring to the sky

table rocks

humans scream

"Gussy why?"

chair crash down

Gussy fly

182/365 - Junket

 

I want to say

"thank you"

for the taxes you paid

that went

to pave

this glorious trail

that I travel

every evening

to gorge myself upon

the beauty

of my island home

181/365 - Category

 

The system has broken down

perhaps because

the system wasn't sound

as it was

based on arcane rules

that never really fit

I should just

put all the chicken

recipes

under "C"

a broader category

just like each human

to humanity

LET EVERYONE BE

and stop

trying to overclassify it

180/365 - Unspeak

 

You can't take back

what's better left

unsaid

Sometimes its easier

to show

instead

You know what

I'm trying to say

that one little twitch

and what it conveys

can you guess

what's next?

What's coming your way?

Words may hurt

but claws can slay

179/365 - Mensurable

 

Steal

against the steel

prepare

It will be heavy

the sharp smell

hangs in the air

raw metal

biting

briny

and dusty chalk

opposing

sweaty palms

Working hard?

Or nerves?

yes

Don't be scared

Like that phrase

ever calmed

anyone's fears

but then

its done

can't

transformed

measured only

against me

victory

178/365 - Villainous

Is it hatred

or just disregard

Each minute

I procrastinate

is another minute

I stay up too late

Each moment

I enjoy

relaxing

in the present

is a moment

future me

will wish

I hadn't

But the me

that exists

currently

cares not for

my future happiness

apparently

 

177/365 - Steamroll

You sleep

I do not

you rest

relax

nap

lounge

and idle away

I may retreat

but I still work

incessantly

all night

ceaselessly

all day

reshaping

reclaiming

reworking

anything

that gets in my way

 

176/365 - Eruct

What comes out

from deep inside

is shit so foul

they cannot hide

and yet they seem

to take pride

where nasty ideas

and nasty words collide

it's time to push

them aside

it's time to reunite

what they've tried

to divide

 

175/365 - Drench

 

It doesn't matter

how long

I stand under

the water

It doesn't matter

how long

it runs

through my hair

it dribbles

down my face

it flows

over my body

it's rivulets

becoming rivers

as they rush

towards the drain

It doesn't matter

how long

I stand

under the incessant

beating of my

five spray option

showerhead

174/365 - Neogenesis

 

It does grow back

but

It doesn't always

look the same

Do you look?

Did you notice?

No one

ever

says anything

Sometimes 

I wish they would

Sometimes

I'm glad they don't

173/365 - Un-nail

 

Is that not

where you wanted

to put that nail?

Well

you should really have thought

about it

before you put it there

Now

you'll have to live

with the consequences

of your actions

Also

that type of hammer

is illegal here

ball-peen hammers only

If you know

someone

anyone

who travels out of state

for a claw-hammer

turn them in

You will be rewarded

handsomely

You cannot un-nail

what has been nailed

172/365 - Vortex

 

It's the pattern

that first draws you in

a multi-colored Morse code

different on every belly

but they all say

the same thing

The anticipation

is on the tips

of your fingers

of what you'll soon feel

on the tips 

of your fingers

FUR!

so impossibly soft

and 

TUMMY!

so impossibly squishy

You are at the point

of no return

the event horizon

it's too late now

The claws bear down

and the teeth soon follow

there are no cuddles

only

OW!

171/365 - Span

 

It's funny how

my whole world can fit

in the palm of my hand

if I look at it just right

Between my pinky and thumb

that one little span

I want to close my fist

I want to hold on to it tight

170/365 - Spell-out

 

I'll do whatever you want

sit, down, shake

I'll touch my nose to your palm

whatever it takes

but it seems you want

to teach me something new

I'm trying to figure it out

so I can get that peperoni from you

169/365 - Anesthesia

 

It's the dancing

It's the swish

and the sway

and the sashay

shante

They dance

and when they do

they sing

a rustley

hushedly

susurrus

humming

and their whispers

caress my skin

while the shadows

from their light

play 

and it all

drifts

a w  a   y

168/365 - Over-fill

 

When to say when

has alluded me again

Just one more

will never end

so I'll clean up my mess

and pretend

that this isn't an

exacerbating trend

167/365 - Shilly-shally

 

It comes and goes

ebbs and flows

waxes and wanes

fills and drains

almost as if

it doesn't know

whether it should

stay or flee

what it wants to be

I guess we'll see

I guess we'll sea

166/365 - Periodic

 

It's here again

the darkness sets in

the thunder rolls

a distant omen

I know what's to come

rumbling

tumbling

fall to the ground

the crescendo builds

and comes clattering down

an orange ball of fluff

dragging his feather toy around

9:15 PM

it's zoomy time again

165/365 - Patent

 

You think its your day

that everything is A-OK

just celebrate

celebrate

celebrate away

But there is nothing

to celebrate today

with people's rights

people's lives

snatched away

But we'll take it back

just wait and see

and then 

THEN

there will be

a reason

to p-a-r-t-y

164/365 - Make

I'm trying to create

something from nothing

an idea

dancing in my head

but when

I pick up this brick

cold

heavy

a substantial mass

I want to wield it

for my liberation

instead

 

163/365 - Jail

 

There should be a city

on the horizon

but all I see is grey

A thick leaden blanket

closing in on me

Leaching from my soul

and clouding up my day

It drives me inside

but I will not stay

I push forward 

through the advection wind

I push forward

to the Bay

The blocks keep appearing

in my path

but I won't let them stand

in my way.

162/365 - Classy

 

Isn't it classy AF

to lock abandoned buildings up

while people live

in their cars next door

To claim we are the greatest

country of all

while refusing to help

those who fall

To declare we are the freest

in the world

while half of us have lost

our bodily control

And when I look

what do I see

not fruited plains

or purple mountains majesty

from sea to shining sea

Not freedom

only privilege

held fast

by the miserly