Evacuate, it’s a precautionary measure,
Avoid the government,
There is an oncoming surge of
It is a state of emergency.
The News has informed the public.
“This is not something we have to deal with!”
We can go over the embankment,
Build new homes,
Release ourselves from the tyranny of local “Officials”,
Burn the bridges,
It’s not just a precautionary
In your life, Mr. Thompson, you were
And in your death, Mr. Thompson, you are even greater.
Surviving a tsunami of mescaline drenched bats,
Tell me, Mr. Thompson, was there really fear and loathing in Las Vegas?
I’m in love with perfect amateur photographs bound in the luxurious psychedelia of a Gonzo cover.
I wonder if it had been my time, would I have been one of your lucky ladies?
Blanketed in a heavy cover of sweet smoke,
I shut my eyes and happily dream of a time that was not my own…
But could I make it? Could I really “Buy the ticket, take the ride.”…?
Hey, Mr. Thompson, do you think you could put a bullet through my copy of Hell’s Angels sometime when meet out there in the ether?
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a New York School poem using a provided recipe.
Here, I need you to arm this for me,
I know I’ve been crying on the phone all night with my lover,
Telling him how I hate my life,
How I just want to end it all, here and now,
It would be so easy.
Except…I don’t know how to do it, dear daughter.
Daddy’s away now, and you’re the only one who knows how.
There’s something outside, I promise, I heard it, I just need to protect us.
So we’re safe.
You and your little brother, sleeping downstairs.
You heard me wrong before, please don’t tell anyone,
Just help me here, get this thing set up right,
I know Daddy taught you well.
It will all be over in a minute…I promise…
be a good girl, won’t you?
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in the voice of a member of your family. I decided to go deep.
While contemplating the use of triangular nutmeg,
I donned my Peruvian hat and set sail in my woody canoebubble.
During my travels I discovered a Lazarus Jewell box as I was climbing the false cup and saucer.
Lying upon my leather donax and gazing up at the incised moon,
I thought the heavy bonnet looked rather fetching upon the strawberry top of the snout otter clam.
We know that the Earth is flat;
there is a man in the moon,
with the dog and the spoon
and I live with the Cheshire Cat.
I once sprouted wings and I flew,
the clocks all now run backwards,
(this is really quite standard)
and fairy dust comes only in blue.
I rule the land from my rusty tin can, held together by early morn’s dew.
Composed following today’s NaPoWriMo prompt to write a ten line poem, each line being a lie. Quite fun!
What the hell were you thinking?
What could have possibly possessed you?
Do you think you’re infallible? Invincible? Immune to consequence?
What makes you believe this is OK?
Are you so deluded you’ve convinced yourself you’re above being human?
Over which underworld gate do you preside, exactly?
Or are you so high up on that horse of yours that you’ve forgotten whence you came?
Do you have any conscience?
Do you feel remorse? Pain? Anything?
Of course you don’t, you were never really there.
The black ocean above exhales gently through tangled strands,
She sighs sounds of saccharine nothings and places chilled kisses over my temple.
Clandestinely held in her midnight hued embrace,
I become The Winged Warrior.
A rewrite of my poem The Raven, using Kennings, as suggested in today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt.
Fill my cup – that’s not enough!
I shall drink to health and love!
Come over dear and kiss my cheek,
For this toast I’ve waited weeks!
Dionysus God of wine,
Sweetest nectar so divine
Tip my cup to those above,
Drink to future’s health and love!
I always knew that eventually I would wake up alone
In this life I’ve taken many roads but always, I am the highway:
Driving on forever, always leading one foot out the door, anticipating that last kiss.
Some may call me Lucifer, depraved and shallow, selfish in this need to never root.
But the devil knows -oh how he knows- I’ve tried, but I just can’t get it
Outta My System.
Composed using NaPoWriMo prompt for day nine:
Write a poem using the first 5 songs generated from a random playlist on your iPod.
Following is a list of each song and artist that is found in my above poem:
Wake Up Alone – Amy Winehouse
I Am the Highway – Audioslave
Last Kiss – Pearl Jam (cover)
Lucifer – Keys N’ Krates
Outta My System – My Morning Jacket
Into the river you shall throw
words of purpose, let them go!
In a pouch of leather bound,
Place these items you have found:
Petals whole of flowers chosen,
Seeds to start the magic growing,
Wax of candle burned with sight
of intentions pure and right.
Now turn circles thrice and toss it in,
Your hearts desire shall soon begin!
I just couldn’t resist writing an extra little poem inspired by today’s super fun NaPoWriMo prompt!