Day 78 – Fascination

is a dangerous game
with no remorse-
the mind is a child
among shiny baubles,

Careful to keep
your eyes
in your lane
and don’t go
in the past

for you will always find
what you seek there,
shiny toys and
shiny ghosts.


Day 57 – Kindle

To wait for the spirit to strike
is to wait for the match to kindle
by the time the spirit has struck
it’s already begun to dwindle

When the players hear the bell
they must be ready to play
and so must a poet practice
despite having nothing to say

Day 52 – There’s Work For Us To Do

There’s work for us to do but we cannot do it
for we let the world dig in its little hooks
so many times we’ve tried and could not get to it
and time and time again we’ve closed our books

Well when will we finally stop the merry-go-round,
this searching for a place to lay the blame?
At any time the final bell could sound-
how do we have such time to play this game?

There is no winner here, only weapons dropped-
eyes to turn upon more pressing things-
the wiser choice to see the fighting stopped
than to carry on this war of bitter kings.

Year 2: Day 167 – Technique

For a man,
an empty bear trap
must feel awful.
All that work
and no head
on the mantel.

A hook coming up
back out of the water
without a worm and
without a fish,
twice a loss, I guess
that must feel
twice as bad.

You and your offensive metaphors.

I’m not a lotto ball printed
just one number off,
but I’ll admit I’m a
wasted sushi dinner
if you think that’s an investment
in your hopes.
I’m a waste of time,
I’m tryna tell ya,
if you’re hiding some kind of net
behind your back.
I see you shaking a bag of leaves
over a ditch
but I won’t fall.

Me and my offensive metaphors.

You’re not Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits-
if what we do is really science
you just don’t know the right math
’cause I’m not a solution,
and you don’t have a problem.

All these offensive metaphors.

We’re people and
you have a technique.
It was nice to meet you.

Year 2: Day 147 – Whirlwind

One way
to play the game,
each day
always the same.

No wind
to stir the leaves
of stale contentment
in my tea.

I have needed a whirlwind
for a long, long time.
Things have been placid
for far too long.
It’s a shame, it’s a shame
when you look around
and see no chaos at all.

Someone new
can bring the storm
just once
for life to be reborn.

There are many ways
to play the game,
many ways
to bring the rain.

Year 2: Day 138 – Snake In The Grass

He see snake in the grass,
say snake in the grass,
he say come sit in the grass
with me.

I see snakes in the grass,
two snakes in the grass,
I say won’t sit in the grass
with none.

They say she be snake in the grass,
all snakes in the grass,
them girls won’t sit in the grass
with them.

I say only snakes in the grass
is snakes in the grass
say snake in the grass,
say sit in the grass
with me.