Unraveling

NaPoWriMo Day Three. Off prompt today. 

Here is an unraveling 

of all things. 

     (a sufficient reminder

      to vet your tailor well) 

Threads lay draped, 

limp as drying spaghetti, 

but as portentous 

as a coiled boa. 

Here is a needle

that will pass through

the eye of a camel

     (or any other livestock 

      you may have close at hand) 

and leave it whole - 

far more should you fear

what is to follow. 

Head egg

NaPoWriMo Day Two

There is no elasticity
to karma
but there is plenty
in an air-filled
sit-on bouncy ball
raised up as a shield
to your older brother's
playful (I swear it!)
baseball bat bonk.

There is no surprise
greater than physics
or more impactful
than a somehow unforeseen

Uno Reverse of that bonk
to your own forehead.

Misalignment tankas

NaPoWriMo is officially on - here's Day One.

I. 

Donate your spare time,

the "extra," the un-needed. 

Donate your organs. 

Will your actions match your words? 

Is there peace, or reckoning? 

II. 

Call them pre-modern, 

as "primitive" is uncouth. 

Even the past cries. 

Preserve their uninformed means

of navigating the world. 

III. 

Before noon, we cried 

to witness the end of time. 

Clocks were unwelcome. 

Necks crane to find an angle

along which there may be meaning. 

IV.

Behold the canyon, 

an opening of spent flesh, 

pothole of the gods. 

There will be no deepening, 

no energetic myth here. 

V.

Open eye or mind, 

but mercy - never try both.

Hearts are frail enough. 

Give speed to the tumbling, 

and prepare to greet the ground. 

I got a rock

For NaPoWriMo Eve - prompt here. 

This commute is killing me - 

pronounce me dead

at the water cooler, entomb me

with my half-empty coffee

and remark that I passed

doing what I loved - 

bringing truth to absurdity. 

(Or perhaps the reverse.)

Ask Camus if I am like his hero, 

steadfast in pushing my boulder, 

smiling in descent

after it rushes back past me. 

They tell me it is unwise

to build a existence upon

a foundation of the mundane - 

I wager it far more foolish

to end my own life

and persist only in servitude.