Napowrimo Napalm 2010 First Week

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The first sacrifices to spring and the Napo gods.

1.

This night

is like a lot of other nights;

I stare at the ceiling and dream

or grit the teeth that are left

Spring, a blowtorch;

first, i was freezing

now, I lay here naked and sweating

waiting for:

an empty tomorrow

a cold bottle fix against my hot head

and a morning that I actually want to wake up and see

Spring,

you're great at promises;

lets hope that tonight's abortion

was simply that:

a lapse in judgement

a hurried and sloppy rebellion.

2.

The highway sings better than

the train

That's why I chose it

of all the methods

of all the ways

3.

The desire for renewal

is wet and

so we roam the streets

in search of dreams

the soles of our feet slapping the sidewalk:

our concrete dance-floor

We do not ask for directions

or speak to the passer-bys.

It is too much.

We just capture tiny images for our safe

and walk the tight rope cracks

on the surface of our world, back

Back to our upper story post

to fix ourselves with laughter

and wait for the next dawn.

4.

The sun rose like a golden coin

cut and scarred through the underbrush

And I photographed the stick she held up

And I chased the Kid with words

We have chili and eggs

and I stroll down to the sky blue bathroom

(to shit)

while some young couple

(flagrantly)

tries to fuck

in a back shower stall

Even so,

everything looks good today

and with the sun on my neck

and the camp torn down

I wait, blank, for a reason to leave.

5.

She chose survival over true life

and although, I can't fault her

I can learn from her example.

6.

Looking back on that place

those days

it's a wonder.

The broken lens of the present

scans the broken lens of the past.

We fall apart as lovely

or as ugly

as we think we do.

7.

There are 3 used condoms

in the green cup

on the nightstand

Spilling over the side

like dying

translucent flowers

I had spent all day on my knees

polishing the hard wood

and when the doorbell rang

for the first time in 20 days

I knew it was bad news

I am getting older.

The flick of an eyelid costs more than it used to.

I look out the window

into the blank, black night

and listen to the traffic roll by

like whispers.

8.

The blank surface of the road way

worn slick and unforgiving

by people looking for destinations

that they will never find

and and never exsisted in the first place

delusions, delusions

make a list of your confusions

dead dry sober

and lift it up to the sky

point it at the passing clouds

and wait for your answer