Actually scratch that I won. I’d like to thank God (honestly) #NaNoWriMo18 #NaNoWriMo

#vss365 The trees must play as host to heaven Hanging as they do above the street— Their nimbuses dazzle w/their yellow leaves,which rain down as solid sunlight. This falling of leaves,these angel exhalations, Are fueled by wonder for our world- A high wind awing at our darkness

#vss365 You never see their last breath fogging the mirror;it disappears W/o a nervous whisper Their final words—croaked Intonations— evaporate. Gone. Sound without an ear has no meaning & their breath was always just that: Something you called a life— Two moths chasing a light

#vss365 At birth,the ether soused oracle had slurred about Pandora’s future box. Her foolish parents kept her from all things square,training her by uncorkings & bucket fillings.But this only made the box more seductive to her,laid at her feet by Hermes,who came as a burning fox

#vss365 I need caffeine to lie in bed the moon is still awake. My sneakers lying haunted down beside my bed await. their black mouths gawping me, whisper about paths untread. "Oh shoes" I answer "you know that feet will fail to take us farther than our dreams,let’s go to sleep.”

#vss365 Just let me rest here on my diagonal bed, Slanted beside the lava pit. Yes,yes just like a princess tired of rescue, I am undoing the dragons leash at last &dancing as if already ablaze. Lottery of bullets be damned Im pantomiming thru no mans land Im gonna feel something

#vss365 Unexpected,I breached during Bay Watch unexpected,my head too big was brought by force into this narrow world by forceps this act of birth still aches me. the steel cold clamp of clocks constrict me my beating alarm clock of a heart beats down my every breaths a birth cry

#vss365 I feel for words;they carry so much “Shes dead”they say,then take her away On stretchers of despaired sentences I grasp w/gasps beyond words I clench my eyes,the burning black Where she’ll become words- Words, just some glittery wrap we wrap On voids that gasp w/in us

#vss365 The monarch butterfly isn't brave to fly & blaze the drowsy morning in his yellow. Such flowers shine insipid in reflexive light They have no choice but to, but me I choose to write. More bravely than the bird Who, tho singing often, does not speak a word.

#vss365 If I were a sound I’d be a lone cymbal crash, A billion lightyears pass & I’d be a radio signal that would kiss An aliens satellite dish w/ The alone song of the last bird on earth, Who mistook a robots chirp For love.

#vss365 Oh Baby Bird My eyes are rivers I bear you on Their currents trembling. Your matted wings They fly to deltas They surge on waves Of oceans soft caress. Here,live once more, Before your crushing By blinded cars. My heart now imagines You sang in rain It Hears u sing again

#vss365 I am dedicated to the mourning of small things. were I a river,youd find me trembling thus W/current sleek &swiftly sending broken Birds to deltas of remembrance& oceans beyond,that caress broken bodies down in waves of tears Those waters where all things die & live again