Tag: NaPoWriMo 2025

It’s hard to say
Because I don’t know
What it says

Living at the future
Either a recent convert or
Conversation

Pool of rainwater
Steel chorale

Utter slapstick
The utterest uttering
Wrung from body parts

The parts where you come in
Highlighted in yellow
As the milk white steed
Saddlebag sagged and stoical
Steadies her third eye at you

Insomniac, all the acs

Prank call planet
The telephone rings

Werewolf
Arewolf
Willbewolf

Annotated onomatopoeias
Of lost languages

In stage whisper
Childspoken

Under blanket
Sybilline brunet
Sandalwood cornet

Sheathe your unicorn horn
The crystals smear
The pumpernickel loafs

Baked then frozen

Like emergency candy

In poems for children

Poems without emphasis
Lean on the table
Until it topples

Missing you
Like cars not crashing

Oh no excuse me!

It’s going to be so bad
How bad?

How how
How how how?

Yes
Yes?

Yes

I already told you

November
November
November
November
No
Ember

Felled, fallen, full

Ta

Ta

For now

Technique cannot be learned
Without a teacher
How to breathe
How to coax
From a heart a beat
When you smell a smell
It’s already inside you

The little paddles
They do nothing
They sit on the car wall
Like a seat belt for a dog
As the blob approaches
And its hunger is incurious

Already the logic of the ancients
Has foretold the lies
You are trying to convince
The animal to swallow
It won’t swallow
Anything it doesn’t choose to

It rolls over the sites
Where the purple feathers were
They’ve blown away
You could make a fire
Once you learn how
What is your second opinion
One sharpened fingernail
Some blue in you is showing

Sit up straight
A spine without gravity grows
Uncountable nots
If you’re done
Then you’re done
When you’re done
The sphinx is dead
Eat it

Sitting in the car
Listening to the extradiegetic music

I love this part
Where the earworm wriggles
And the spider smiles
Toothlessly back

Flashing shiva orange
In the pocket
It turns out bus belts made crashes worse

Clumsy
Secondhand
The tweezers poke the splinter
Moms have moms too

The kids sing sus
Suspicion is salient
To their generation

If you’re born just right
You’re in the same cohort
Like sardines or madeleines

Sus sus

Needing more words
To lean on
Suspicious to whom?

Some cozy body
Prebriefed in terror
Then debriefed in relief
Turns the stakes dial up
On the toaster oven

So the leftovers are warm
Too hot to eat but
Not yet burned to char

Don’t recall, don’t know
The witness testifies
Telling stories because
History doesn’t remember

Spell cast like dice
My agglomeration
In bas relief
Herd melody
Then ambiguous silence

Wearing your birthday
Vase gunk
The overdetermined signals
Of the undetermined self
You are determined to
Disambiguate
The big words sit on littles
Fieldstones over gravel

To stay above the muck
As the rain dries
The stones jiggle underfoot
Where lilies grow
I’ve misread everything
And that’s the opportunity

Room temperature
Room sound

You will grow backwards
Underneath yourself
Roots sprouting leaves

At the prepared piano
Ironsided, smoldering
The red letters sway

Flightless

Pewter tree

I rest my palm
On the hand scanner
Searching for handmade

Speculation machines
The gear harmonies mesh
So the greasy spheres
Imperceptibly spin

You have to touch
To feel the hot turn

Don’t you want to win?

In the inference circumference
The tide has been even

But that only means no moon
Where the new moon is
And everything new is always no

Your questions
Circumnavigate what globe

Is it boring
Again
To have feelings

In the kiln hollow bright
Donning the blue shifts

Simulated thoughts
Become real
Holding electric twine
To their own foreheads

Like old film the crucible ongoing
The burn is always a choice
All was is

Songs without analogies

Gelatin hatted and seemless
Along wet meridians
The empty cauldron bubbles

Bang the bronze
Whack it green

Circumstances up
Like the weather
Baby
You can’t help it
Joy silence eclectic
Your collection precedes you
The C and the U
The exhausted subjects
Turn to the objects
Take a nap
The poem is still here
In the museum of
How it started / how it’s going
Chimera
The beautiful
OK
Loose juice
Pinhole
The tutelary gods clatter
On the dais
The only way
To pronounce dais
Is incorrect
Porch animal
Attack on Titan

I get a preview of the word you
Write by reading
I read while writing
Am read, am being read
Overhearing the echo
That’s how you take it down
One word then another
The wrist of the poem flexes
Not mine I’m only the bystander
Waking the underhours
Inheritance
The poem likes to see you look at it
It blinks when you stop
Using your time for its own usages
Usury? No, just the usual
The smile in your elbow
The small of your
Small
Unpunctual unpunctuation
With certain delicacies
Only the arc is knowable
Already swimming somewhere else
Nervelessly, stretching its asymmetries
It could close its eyes but chooses not to
The thoughts think
Someone is thinking us again
To feel the feelings
They have to feel you too
Some next part of the body
Mammal soft and vowel brown
No fish
The dolphin takes a breath
Syllable flickering
Like an eyelid