24/30 – Practical Imposter

Someone else’s life on the tip of my tongue,

Pretending with a purpose,

Not for fame or fortune,

But to train medical students in empathy,

Practical tasks at hand,

An imposter in a white hat,

Lungs deceiving with every drawn breath but thanked for turns,

Technicalities and testimony turned outward,

A flowery skill made sacrosanct,

Bond between false patient and the practice of learners,

Recalled in cacophony of meshed together meetings,

Distinct yet blurring,

Brilliance and battery all rolled into one.

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23/30 – 11:11

Make a wish,

It is time,

The moment is yours to seize,

Tick, tock,

How long before the clock clicks over,

How many seconds contemplating,

What is it that you most desire,

Who does it benefit, yourself or others?

Where were you when desire and reality melded?

Why are you asking for this?

Who were you when the question was asked,

And who are you now that’s it’s fulfilled?

Is it everything you’ve ever hoped for?

22/30 – benefactor

After everything we’ve been through,

a merry band we make,

An avalanche availing all the artificial, arbitrary actualization.

Any novice could see the magic was yours

Awards and accolades are not enough,

Your many marvels are manifest in your kindness.

Pleasing portrait of pleasure impertinent,

Lithe in lurid languishing, licking lips delightfully,

In zephyr breaths that banter amidst slumbering,

Prizing passion over prideful boasting,

Glad of your presence in the lines of this poem.

21/30 – Burn Night 2014

The city dissolves into organized chaos,

effigies are burning in the night, lapping at the sky,

fire dancers arc into the wind, glistening from exertion and the heat,

far away, in the Temple, I am taking stock:

of every heartache and injury,

every cut-short goodbye,

every teary-eyed memo penned to put a piece of it from out the heart and into this building burning tomorrow,

already, the coming conflagration has tempered steel in the hurt lines,

as some sorry former husband tells the tale that has him staring at the journal of his remembrances, his wedding ring, left at the Temple of the first burn since their breakup, this place where they met,

ages ago, in some ghost vestige of this vessel we are standing in and he tells me,

“I’m just trying to find a way to let this go,”

and after he imparts the details and I listen, I tell him I hope he figures out what he needs to do and he says,

“I think I just did,”

as he walks away.

20/30 – flower

You sat at the start,

Tree of Life/Tree of Knowledge of Good & Evil,

Twins intertwined in the Garden,

that aching aiden exiled from,

following us into the fields,

forgotten and vilified,

callous crusades cast against you, cannabis.

If we were truly advantageous of your gift,

every life would be lifted,

no longer languishing humanity for the sake of insubstantial stratification of society.

19/30 – Name

What’s in a name?

Power imparted in impact,

symbols speaking tomes,

named “living,”

named “nation,”

named “king.”

A naming in the silica sandstorm,

sanguine running dusty,

a Playa persona,

your peculiar on display.

18/30 – Now

Every moment before,

billions of years and eons of evolution,

have led to this moment,

now,

Now, when you are reading this,

every precipice and passion that paved the path of writing this missive, languishing in the sands of time,

so that the writing is in the past, to the future,

hoping that there ARE readers then, wishing you well and gratitude, for lending us this place we decimated with our greedy, grubbing, ignoble ways,

we were gadflies that gandered at what had been handed to us and shrugged, I’m sorry (I’ll say with the voice of a generation, grovelling, because carpetbaggers with braggadocio bartered for the best place at the table,

tossed scraps to the bougeoise while their banquets and bank accounts burgeoned, and when we saw for ourselves what our forebears did, we resigned ourselves to buy chips for their game),

for what we’ve left you, this poisoned paradise, this paltry prize, once pristine, now polluted.