Eternal City [May 12th | 120/365]

The Thirteenth Rome is being founded one tent at a time under the majestic sweep of a highway overpass
We glimpse it as we drive by but do not comprehend the sight of the Empire demanding its existence back

Impressions of the Crowd [May 12th | 119/365]

Beneath platinum hair
An iron face regarding
With a look alien and impersonal
Bending towards an openness
Emphatic of suggestion

Noting discolorations of surface
Without tone or hue
The mark of picture upon idea
Heading towards the sounds
Of a universe of justice and love

Sleep privies the unlikely dreamer
Wakefulness the alert
There is no need for imagery
On your bare walls
Only a disassociative mind

Satisfying Yet Essentially Considerate [May 10th | 118/365]

crawling out of ashcans
and spreading like floral
centerpieces across a table
between uncomfortably extrovert guests

the pressure to be
expresses itself as sounds
pushing through air towards
ears open by necessity

a martini must be
what cleaning solvent tastes
like to the floor
said the expressive poet

exploding like raucous shrubs
riotously expanding across gardens
setting color against contrast
slipping between the senses

Division of the Faculties [May 9th | 117/365]

our trust we do
not put in poets
their highly contentious arguments
and charged public language

it is strange to
stare at yourself in
the mirror as you
sit on the toilet

all the words lie
flat on the page
one dimensional vectors on
two dimensional wood pulp

and thus he was
out of the pool
of his own vomit
pulled by gentle minds

Slicing Categories [May 8th | 116/365]

The dew glosses the blossoms
Swinging below the scrawls
Written in the windowmist

The letters abruptly wither
On the pane

Tanka [May 7th | 115/365]

A spider reflects
in a pool as it's walking
along a broken
branch that was broken last night
off a tree by heavy winds.

Spring Haiku [May 6th | 114/365]

The glow of the moon,
faint through clouds threatening rain,
keeps me company.

Next in the Progression [May 5th | 113/365]

it wasn't the sun
that made me panic
but the glowing stain
I couldn't see through

the only way to
avoid falling into this
hated dance is to
know its steps unthinkingly

the republic of those
who know they're right
lies unseen asleep down
in the hollow Earth

the sun arrives dancing
rising from the poles
I see a sun
darken our exposed eyes

Alloy [May 1st | 112/365]

I touched the skin gently
Where it looked the most angry
Hinting most at disappearance

Your metals aren't poisonous enough

Nothing's nothing anymore
There's always an imprint
A memory to cherish or hate

It is too soft to leave a trace

Calm the forge and let your tools fade
Heat will only create a glow
The rigid shall not bend for you

Accept the shape it grows into

City Darkness Humans [April 30th | 111/365]

empty sky stars
house open window
silence shadow fence

running man garden
shout cry grimace
flowing liquid wet

head eyes stillness
thoughts mood knowledge
moon fear terror