PAD 2012 - Day 10

The day drifts by, slowly
unfocused and lazy

I want April to be thirty days of beginnings

Tired of unrelenting sunsets
of visiting the moon just to be turned away at her door
I restlessly dream of more sunrises.

PAD 2012 - Day 9

How long does it take to recover from a break-up?
                        -After "How I Met Your Mother"

Twice the amount of time you were together. A week
for each month you were told you were loved.  Half a bottle
of Tequila, the top shelf one or as many days
as it takes to get to 10,000 shots.  Unnumbered days
spent bedridden, like a sickness that's unshakable.  A weekend
spent wild, bouncing
from bed to wall to floor...never alone.  The time wasted
in a bar
on a flight
off kilter
trying to recall who you were
the last time you were alone.

PAD 2012 - Day 8

I have already spent too many years being
knight.  Oxidized armor and broken sword. 
I cannot fight dragons or save kingdoms.  No new sovreign.
Castles tumbling awkwardly,
this is just scenery. A background that seems to be repeating.
I need a little prespective, some point off in the distance
unfading-constant.  I'm unsure if I can save you.

PAD 2012 - Day 7

Mournful, driving away from my fortress of solitude
the life of a straying lizard hanging across my shoulders
I imagine karmic retribution awaiting me.   Wary,
the day is too slow for my mind not to wonder
lizards and lives; the value of each. 
Darkness covers the day and I return prepared
to pretend undertaker, give hasty eulogy.
Open closets to find emptiness, the lizard's great escape.

PAD 2012 - Day 6

Steady
stand, shoulder-length apart
the train moves forward.  My hands firm
in my pockets, fingering keys,
epherma, the fingernail file I keep there-
not for filing for cleaning or threatening
to stab.  Head straight, eyes closed.  I imagine
that I am already somewhere else.

PAD 2012 - Day 5

Kissing her might lead me down the rabbit hole, again.

The rabbit hole, again
a kiss...

Leading me down to a kiss

Rabbits

Holes

Again

Kiss me.

PAD 2012 - Day 4

Protect your heart
like your land, a possession: Trespassers
will be shot.

PAD 2012 - Day 3

the lake is half drained
shores dancing with seed and dirt
spring's loud announcement

PAD 2012 - Day 2

Work is an aquarium, saltwater
(so the injuries burn more)

There are jellyfish floating everywhere, billowing out
tentacles grasping at anyone foolish enough to imagine them friends.

Suited sharks eye schools of fish
everyday a lesson in navigating, survival.

I am an urchin hiding amongst the reef, prickly
use my spindles to keep the rest of the tank at bay.

Day 1

The day my mutant powers manifested at work
no one noticed, bins toppled
children continued to cry.  We kept the lines moving,
that day, like everyday; precariously balancing: security, customer
service, and wait times.  No one stopped their rush,
their rhythm, the apex of their daily grooves
to notice.  My skin hardened, eyes
flashed pain.  I almost crumbled, but didn't
determined to keep walking upright, despite: diamond skin,
glowing eyes, the new strength of my arms.