The generator spun
An elusive phrase since
The time of Pharisees and Sadducees
It’s sad you see
When an onion snow falls in Spring
The upwind blows rodomotades ” these are the last days.”
Faithful await the miraculous return
Proving that every new day gets them
Closer to their “last days.”
KonciouSLea written wondering when some will realize that snow in April doesn’t mean we’re all gonna die.
20/30 NaPoWriMo 2013
VGL
IBM
Desperately seeking
NSA ONS
. . . .W/SLEEP!!!!!!!
KonciouSLea written seeking slumber
19/30 NaPoWriMo 2013
Clock ticks above the silence
and we’re at opposite ends of the spectrum
I’m red, she’s violet
Plus and she’s min/us
…..together we aren’t. . .us
Couch gets more booty, obliges
because it turns a blind eye, reward of crumbs
I’m sighs, she’s ho-hums
Plus and she’s mine/us
…..together we spend time. . .less
Clock ticks. . . . .
KonciouSLea written while the couch eats crumbs
18/30 NaPoWriMo 2013
You stepped out and took away all expectations of a meet that was prophesied
Like winter going out like a lion, but not really
The kind of blanketed snow which makes one think the whole earth looks this way
You cover me
A walk that exudes confidence to the degree that I’m speechless
Like that carnival ride that takes you to your highest peak then drops you
Mouth gaped open, you get to the bottom….and smile
So glad you did it
I love independance
Your right to be. . .take me there too
I want to feel the way you do
Like outstretched arms feeling the breeze from left (choose any finger) to the right
I’m cool
Just when I thought I wasn’t being heard you revealed I didn’t need to be
Your eyes said it all telling me that there was no expression needed
Like waving the white flag in surrender
I just enter. . .submission to your mission
And now my eyes simply say. . . .Hi
KonciouSLea written just to say. . . .Hi
17/30 NaPoWriMo 2013
Ná ’n grand uitstalling
op pad huis toe ná ’n grand uitstalling
ry ek verby
’n padverwery
die strepe van munisipale semi-mondriane
is ’n eerlike landskapskildery
ná al die “art for art’s sake” waarna ek moes kyk
(for god’s sake)
selfs rothko kon iets leer
by die verwer in sy overall
gekniel by sy kwas
soos hy sy wit en geel en rooi daar smeer
almal weet wat dit beteken
’n werker waai sy vlag
dieselfde rooi as onthullingsgordyne
gucci-rokke en stillewe-appels
maar dit sê eenvoudig wag
en ek wag
en ná ’n tyd kan ek ry
huis toe
soos ek my pad vind op ’n lyn
wat die verdwynpunt áltyd laat verskyn
On the Grand Stall
On tippy toe on the grand stall
my verbage
And bottom
Die strapped and municipal multi-drains
Is not like landscape
I’ll die “for art’s sake” warning moose kick
(for god’s sake)
Selfs wrath of Kahn it’s leer
But dies weary in overalls
Gently by she walks
Says she with angels en route doors smear
Alms with what did beg
And walked away she flagged
Diesel fuel as thundering gargoyles
Gucci rocks on steel we appeal
More did see even dogs wag
The mouse wag
The tide and turkey
Tip toe
Soon my bottom winds open lying
What dies is very well all too late for asking
KonciouSLea written & translated not knowing what the HELL I was doing
16/30 NaPoWriMo 2013
Lighter incites sparks illuminates
Toke transcribe take in
Clouds cover me like cotton
Shirts shifting slowly in rays
KonciouSLea written
15/30 NaPoWriMo 2013
Sometimes it happens to the best of us
One minute you’re on top of the world, the next rock bottom
Rocket Raccoon had it all
Marksman. . .specialized in military tactics
Then he came home
All the other raccoons were still scroungers
Garbage pickers
Beggers
A friend of Rocket’s took him to see an old flame
Regina Raccoon was her name
She made him something to eat
Unknown to him it had lasting affects which kept him subdued
Sad to say that I’ve seen the retired Rocket Raccoon
He was on my deck peering into my window
He eats my birdseed out of the feeder
He’s still stealth in that manner
But not in a good way
I wish the old Rocket Raccoon would return
KonciouSLea written wondering how my birdseed disappeared
14/30 NaPoWriMo 2013
