why yes i am napowrimoing

A few of them out there,
or in there, are finished,
but more are in pockets. I call them
my projects, projected
by someone projecting

a light beam, a weightless
idea. When energy's
light, it is fast-running nothing.
It slows when it's spun in
to something. Inertia

increases with mass, and
it's natural for things to
stop moving when mass is at 80
percent. That's still 20
percent airy nothing,

a ratio giving
you - nothing. But heavy.
Your pockets are full but you've - nothing.
A front cover, sure, but
the back is the one with

the price tag. Thus Mazes,
and Regency, Spoilers
Ahead (or behind?) and thus Patron.
Et cetera. But sometimes
you finish, and empty

a pocket. A poem
a day's still a project.
100% is an April.

-

Thus sounds, resounds, the darkling airy spume,
the sea foam gusting from the mouths of men
who once bestrode, colossi, giants, hulks,
and Ozymandii, the earth; thus crack
black waves 'gainst cold notched graves. So dies
remembrance. So I learned from NPR.
Who let the dogs out? Edward Cullen? Rats?
No matter. It is done. A baby yawps,
and words, like works, like jazz, like Yonkers, foxes,
papa's panic palace, Austens - die.
But they were real. But they were real. But they
were real. Their authors should be proud. Hooray!

-

I'm emptying my pockets
I'm zipping up my sweatshirt
I've got my keys and wallet
gonna spend the day.

I'm tying up a bindle
(I guess I am a bindlestiff)
to hold my socks and kindle
I'm tramping towards May.

how to watch twilight

In front of the lens are
some nice vampires,
sexy sparkly.
that's half the movie.
Imagine
that there are vampires
behind the camera.
Maybe the director,
maybe stephenie meyer,
maybe an actor or two.

Imagine they're not
sexy sparkly
but the bad kind.
Every word they write
and curve of cheek they light
is calculated
to make their food come to them
running.

Watch Twilight
and imagine Dracula at the premiere
looking out of his box
into the theater
at the spellbound girls.
He is wearing a lobster bib.

from no eyes - thanks for that btw

how did you get two eyes, two face?
did someone tear your head in half?
why do you have two nostrils?
so you can breathe in both directions?
Why do you have one mouth, two face?
you can tell the truth and lie at the same time.
Stupid no-man, two-eyes, two-face!
Be Poseidon cursed!

ozymandias

As I did tourist stuff in foreign lands
like stand on Giza taking polaroids
of camels; motor to Thermopylae
by autokinito so I could see
the place where, in 300, Leonoids
did beardly kill a man with crab-claw hands;
explore; find the Nile's source; and so on,
I found myself in an expanse of sand,
a great inverted bowl of bronze its ceiling.
I can't deny I got a funny feeling
when I unearthed this giant marble hand.
It had a plaque, which, rather like a koan,
forced one to re-evaluate the world.
"My name is Ozymandias," it read -
and there was more along those lines - but here's
the rub. 'Twas not a visage wrapped in sneers
and trunkless legs, like Shelley's; nor, as said
Horace Smith, a single Leg; but curled
fingers and a hand. Thirty fingers.
Plus we've seen at least three legs, from Smith
and Shelley totaled. What monster out of myth,
what spider god, what limb-discarding dread
was Ozymandias? ... and is he dead?