NaPoWriMoPoems I wrote during National Poetry Writing Month
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Literature
if i hadn't had the drunk luck to meet you
i’d have married every bedside witch from here to east dallas
i’d have glistened like a worm to their mescaline psalms
i’d have mired in sinuous wineskin, repentant spectra
i’d Om along in cooing groups, babble with freethinkers
all my endeavors would be gas station derelicts
all of my wrongs would be quasi-continuous
even the over-sought moon would protest
and i wouldn’t recognize one half of the universe
NaPoWriMo 2014
30
Literature
of you
wind caught red between the bricks
isn't wind
or anything.
the mind has made a home.
imagine this hole without its walls,
the anchor of my touch;
(we agreed to gather for it).
the roof would float away
and i’d be stranded where i stood.
is there sanctuary in this mud?
i’ve been in other cavities -
the moon will sound like any moon,
night will seed the same old terror,
fall fast to nothing
in a womb.
I belong inside . . .