Napo Napalm 2

Here are my dirty and unedited NaPoWriM0 Poems (second set) as linked from my Deviantart Journal. I always appreciate critique, so, comment away.

Six.
the line is
the season of the rats
like spinning plates
in the house
in a heartbeat
i caught myself
staring
into my memories
again

i tell you this radio music
doesn't help at all
just like the blue bottles
didn't
wash your face
out of my mind

ive sat down
with this conundrum
too many times
now
my heart only flickers

so i tell the new her to walk
what else?

everything i think of sounds like an excuse

i know im supposed to want this
i know im supposed to feel thankful
that someone
saw a spark of beauty in this
abandoned echo

something like that
well, you keep that pretty cage
for another bird
i still like to fly


Seven.
they flew in perfect synchronicity
while the learn'ed of our age
still
consider them inferior beings
while the wealthy among us
still
pollute the streams and the air

we see hope in hybrid versions
of the same old bullshit
and we get progress in ten percent
reductions
instead of one hundred percent
cessation

it carries over

i dont drink much, anymore
i only beat my kids when they piss me off
i only lie a few times a day
pass the excuses
im hungry


Eight.
i dont need a rider

the universe leads me
around, out and back
like a wounded dog

i'm in need of this rehabilitation

i know something
its an inexpressible beauty
to seize your own freedom
to throw off the yoke of other people

i know that i need not betray myself
a second time

i know that i am emptying
to be filled
and
empty

the only thing left to do
is
fly


Nine.
i am about dead for today
besides
that tuesday morning
with its empty eyes
is no worse than


ive spun as many circles as i care to

this third dimension isn't all it's cracked up to be

i keep waiting for that train though


Ten.
it carries him through to september
the weeds and the wild nights
the ravens and the women
and each round
he grows or he shrinks
with the law of diminishing returns

"If you look aournd you'll see lots of poeple
who aren't burdened with their fate, who
make the most of everything,'' she says

''ignorance is bliss,'' he replies
butting a black cigarette in the ashtray
he looks around
lights
glassware
bartender

the pool-table
languid under red lights

no couples kissed
none of the young men
exuded anything at all

he tipped his head back
and poured away the last guinness
he had been in this dive
all day
but still drank with a great thirst
''you ready?''
''sure,'' she replies

on the way home
they argue
about some petty incongruity

she tries to leap out of the car
onto the freeway

he stops her from dying
and she hates him for it

he isn't angry or upset
just reflecting
learning

ten minutes later they are
at the liquor store
exchanging glares
over the aisles of wine

they paid, returned home
and while she sat in the bedroom
smoking hit after hit out of her pipe
crying
he's sucking down another guiness
smoking
and cooking chicken pesto

He felt like his mother
looked into the pan and grinned
he poured another beer and chain lit
a new cigarette

is this all there has to be?
yes.
is this all there is?
no.

the questions came in on a click track
running the line of reason out
to where the decisions
cast themselves back

''i'll leave tomorrow'', he says.