Breadcrumbs

Certainly not in love
but not without the feeling’s precision,
questions marks are
strewn about the freshly-mopped floor,
sticking to moistened skin.

Kind gestures are tacky
and unneeded- the curved marks
keep sticking to the skin,
unable to be swept up and
sewn into answers, formulas.

Rhythms left unnoticed
suddenly are neon and bold,
forcing the sharpened edges of
the mysteries to dig deeper
into foot-heels and hand-palms.

These crazed patterns point
to remedies based on pride
and adaptation; an insane
tenaciousness, like a tick,
creates strange tendencies.

Shamelessness, and astute,
genuine, peaceful conversation
both do nothing to appease
the questions leftover, thrown
like breadcrumbs for children.

Quiet, inverse operations
battle the way things should be;
what’s left of the mystery
can only be solved by pure
interest and sincere action.

The Kissing Cult- Day 30

On the hunt for
the perfect kiss,
o’er mountains and
under bridges
and through time,
the prime character
searches, kissing
countless creatures
whilst unable to
remember just how
this hunt began.

Relinquishing her
capacity to feel,
the heroine moves
quickly and silently,
never harassing
but easily able to
convince anyone
who crosses her
haphazard pass
to kiss her, foolishly
not understanding.

Soon, drawn by the
primal search for that
which seems to be
unmistakably true,
our protagonist is
followed by those
she has already been
able to enchant,
themselves bitten
by the quest for the
perfect, complete kiss.

She ignores them,
as they failed her tests,
failed to give her
the chance to turn
back on the organs
in her middle, but lets
them follow behind.
Nothing gets in her way;
her resolve keeps her
safe, tends to her wants,
and maintains strength.

Nap Time- Day 29

Squirm and fight me
all you want!

As soon as the Sun
hits your cheeks
and your limbs
go limp,
and your eyes
droop quietly,
I will win this
most epic battle.

Your daily protests
recharge midday.

Routine Haiku- Day 28

To write a poem
when there are no sadnesses
is not very fun.

Hotel Mari Carmen- Day 27

Iremos pronto a la
isla de mi juventud,
para ver las chozas
abandonadas y los peces
nadando en agua
cristalina y pura.

Brizas tropicales,
un Sol mundial y
arena quema-piel,
que nos relaja con su
falta de responsabilidad
y paz romántica.

Esta isla contiene los
secretos dejados allí
por años; era joven antes
y ahora busco estos
secretos escondidos
como tesoros de pirata.

Forces- Day 26

Gravity is our paste.
It holds bones and stars together.

Electromagnetism dominates.
It makes things react, and re-react.

Strong force binds atoms.
It sounds like a sci-fi trick.

Weak force is crucial to fission.
It plays with neutrinos.