Mark Lamoureux's Blog
April 30, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 30
THE END OF APRIL
New green strewn
with severed white
tongues of magnolia,
relentless advance
of the spring not taking
no for an answer.
Temporary guest, always
so reassuring & sinister,
just a drip in geologic time—
less than nothing.
Your deep thoughts
will not be dug up
with your bones, say nothing
of paper & soft tissue.
We spend half our lives
decaying, thanks
to the criminal sun.
Primavera gets up in your face
like a loud dress.
Remember this moment,
as long as you live;
the grooved mat
of Dickinsonia like a fig-leaf
on significance.
Imagine a Mesozoic conifer.
You cannot; the universe
is lost on us.
New green strewn
with severed white
tongues of magnolia,
relentless advance
of the spring not taking
no for an answer.
Temporary guest, always
so reassuring & sinister,
just a drip in geologic time—
less than nothing.
Your deep thoughts
will not be dug up
with your bones, say nothing
of paper & soft tissue.
We spend half our lives
decaying, thanks
to the criminal sun.
Primavera gets up in your face
like a loud dress.
Remember this moment,
as long as you live;
the grooved mat
of Dickinsonia like a fig-leaf
on significance.
Imagine a Mesozoic conifer.
You cannot; the universe
is lost on us.
April 29, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 29
HOURS
15.
In the end
there was only patience—
no luck
no hope
no love
no lust
no pain
no pleasure
no hunger
no satiety
no fate
no choice
no action
no intent
no me
no you
no belief
no doubt
no god
no infinity
no art
no poetry
no matter
no nothing
only
patience.
15.
In the end
there was only patience—
no luck
no hope
no love
no lust
no pain
no pleasure
no hunger
no satiety
no fate
no choice
no action
no intent
no me
no you
no belief
no doubt
no god
no infinity
no art
no poetry
no matter
no nothing
only
patience.
April 28, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 28
HOURS
22.
Bookish
& respectable,
or else
given to debauch—
just getting started.
A congeries
of novels,
novel
murders;
adult content
before the news
for morons.
Fighting halitosis,
cavities creeping
in the security
bubble, closing
stores sleep
well; winding
alarms,
mummified
by receipts.
22.
Bookish
& respectable,
or else
given to debauch—
just getting started.
A congeries
of novels,
novel
murders;
adult content
before the news
for morons.
Fighting halitosis,
cavities creeping
in the security
bubble, closing
stores sleep
well; winding
alarms,
mummified
by receipts.
April 27, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 27
HOURS
18.
Unhappy
happy
hour,
a dusting
of current
events.
A sparkly fuse
that disappears
so quickly
into a huge kaboom.
Pow it hits
you, this is no
life
for a guy
like a cow
or a patrol
of laughing monkeys.
That one
over there, eyeing
his pilsner
like it’s broke.
His team
scores, he’s
getting down
easy now
you
better
believe it.
18.
Unhappy
happy
hour,
a dusting
of current
events.
A sparkly fuse
that disappears
so quickly
into a huge kaboom.
Pow it hits
you, this is no
life
for a guy
like a cow
or a patrol
of laughing monkeys.
That one
over there, eyeing
his pilsner
like it’s broke.
His team
scores, he’s
getting down
easy now
you
better
believe it.
NaPoWriMo Day 26
HOURS
17.
On the way,
jovial
like a baby.
Spent,
prodigal—
markets
teem.
Cornucopia spewing
frozen peas,
a cloud of rotten
assistants.
Take it home
with you, take it
out on the unreasonable
train.
A miserable foot
slipping out
of a pump.
Misers & their
great dinners,
just
gelatin
desserts. Whipped
money.
This one says
it’s time
to call it quits.
Call it
whatever you want.
17.
On the way,
jovial
like a baby.
Spent,
prodigal—
markets
teem.
Cornucopia spewing
frozen peas,
a cloud of rotten
assistants.
Take it home
with you, take it
out on the unreasonable
train.
A miserable foot
slipping out
of a pump.
Misers & their
great dinners,
just
gelatin
desserts. Whipped
money.
This one says
it’s time
to call it quits.
Call it
whatever you want.
April 25, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 25
HOURS
4.
Empty train,
empty streets,
empty heart,
empty head.
The hour
of the dead;
the dead
of the night.
Dead train,
dead streets,
dead heart,
dead head.
The still
of the night;
still train,
still streets,
still hearts,
still dead.
The still of
the dead.
The dead
still.
The empty
night.
4.
Empty train,
empty streets,
empty heart,
empty head.
The hour
of the dead;
the dead
of the night.
Dead train,
dead streets,
dead heart,
dead head.
The still
of the night;
still train,
still streets,
still hearts,
still dead.
The still of
the dead.
The dead
still.
The empty
night.
April 24, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 24
8.
Lulled to sleep
by the burning
page or the news
of the day.
Liminal
gauntlet,
the agony &
the agon &
the anomie
of the shift
from self to
human
resource,
pit-mined
time & tide
of paperwork &
paltry fiefdoms
of spent
characters.
Caffeine
& internal
combustion,
the burning
hearts chugging
the train along.
AM express—
you are not on
but in time until
you are out of it,
just a dead house
on wheels, just
a ghost of no use
to anyone
else.
Lulled to sleep
by the burning
page or the news
of the day.
Liminal
gauntlet,
the agony &
the agon &
the anomie
of the shift
from self to
human
resource,
pit-mined
time & tide
of paperwork &
paltry fiefdoms
of spent
characters.
Caffeine
& internal
combustion,
the burning
hearts chugging
the train along.
AM express—
you are not on
but in time until
you are out of it,
just a dead house
on wheels, just
a ghost of no use
to anyone
else.
April 23, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 23
HOURS
1.
In the beginning
you remember
nothing, brain
a swelling sponge. Like the day,
some watch it turn
in the lonely house,
the cries
of peepers versus things
getting settled
in the metropolis:
electron rings—table
salt from sodium
& chlorine. Hazy too,
a premonition
of morning. Disguised
as yesterday,
does not bode
for work, sells vacuums
& decorative plates.
Not from around here.
Just wait.
1.
In the beginning
you remember
nothing, brain
a swelling sponge. Like the day,
some watch it turn
in the lonely house,
the cries
of peepers versus things
getting settled
in the metropolis:
electron rings—table
salt from sodium
& chlorine. Hazy too,
a premonition
of morning. Disguised
as yesterday,
does not bode
for work, sells vacuums
& decorative plates.
Not from around here.
Just wait.
April 22, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 22
HOURS
0.
The day begins
in the night,
first ante
of the insomniac—
sallow sleep,
a quick
repast; the dead-
line down the middle
of the clock
face, a key
in a lock.
The wedge opens
from a thick line,
a mouth
laughing
on the television.
Blue Cowboy
Sun, In Paris,
Midnight everywhere:
first kiss
last chance:
the borderline
a mirror, all the world
a great zero
the equalizer;
plus or minus
one. Hours
for the intercalary
time & space.
Between nothing
& nothing,
a great silent
gong.
0.
The day begins
in the night,
first ante
of the insomniac—
sallow sleep,
a quick
repast; the dead-
line down the middle
of the clock
face, a key
in a lock.
The wedge opens
from a thick line,
a mouth
laughing
on the television.
Blue Cowboy
Sun, In Paris,
Midnight everywhere:
first kiss
last chance:
the borderline
a mirror, all the world
a great zero
the equalizer;
plus or minus
one. Hours
for the intercalary
time & space.
Between nothing
& nothing,
a great silent
gong.
April 21, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 21
NEW BLOSSOMS
New blossoms
on a dead limb.
No-one lives forever.
New blossoms
on a dead limb.
No-one lives forever.
