Of life

NaPoWriMo Day Thirty. The end, for now.

What a beautiful

commodity. 

Stock and bond, sale and trade,

eyes overworked and quietly

yielding a tear - not of sadness, 

or at least not of loss. 

There can be no such waste,  

not when there is so much

left to do, still to push - price tags 

need printing and sticking, 

inventory... Well, who cares 

about inventory, the computer 

can just make more, 

can just pinch and remodel

forever and 

ever, 

until all we have on offer 

is a famished facsimile. 

But imagine the profits!

Mahwah

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine. Loosely on-prompt. 

This well is a memory -

no, wait, scratch that, reverse it - 

and it is as deep and dark

as sleep-ridden eyelids, driven 

to the brink by a slurry of

mid-class bourbon and small talk. 

It was worth it - captured in

the twinkle of fairy lights, 

drawn on in scribbles by a long

exposure and the shake of a 

deft hand - thank goodness. 

Where are they now? Too many 

sunsets have passed, too many 

moments have gone unshared, 

too much bourbon sitting corked

in the back of the fridge - someone

should drink it, but it wouldn't 

be true justice to do it alone. 

Rest in peace

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight

Dust accumulates on everything, 

drifting death deposited in even layers. 

Who are you, then, with the audacity 

to wipe away these resting places? 

Philosophy only gets you so far

in an onslaught of turbulent sneezing. 

Steps one through five

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven

are identical, both to stress

the importance of the issue

at hand, and also to slightly

pad the size of this booklet, 

because otherwise we'd all

be done with it far too quickly. 

Plus my production assistant

wouldn't have had a job to do, 

and in this economy you really

need to siphon as much available 

funding as you can reach - I prefer

to have a hand in the redistribution

of wealth, as much as I can. Anyway, 

Steps One through Five are as follows:

“Think it over." Then comes a crucial 

Step Six, oft neglected: "Do nothing."