Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The End

30 poems
30 days
accomplished

(27) The Holy Spirit Plays Acoustic

you
are not
a loud
speaker
you do not
surround
with sound
you do not
buzz or whir
or glow faint green
upon your activation
you do not apply your
post-effects or compressions
to equalize unsought uniqueness
you do not amplify yourself across a crowd
you are a set of strings that's stretched along the solid frame
to lend reverberation to the emptiness
you listen to the warnings
that you may yet be
drowned out
and you
play
softer

(28) Catharsis

maybe it is
bad poetry
but that is why
it was expelled

(29) Enveloped

In the event of some untimely theft
of all that you hold dear,
when your protests are kept quiet by assailing fists
and all your safety screens and double bolts
prove their worth as pretty decorations,
when the only escape from mourning is resignation
and there is no warm hand to hold,
when the world goes down your checklist
and fulfills your every fear,
what's left?





(30) –30-- : Alternate Titles
(The titles of all my 30/30 poems, combined with thirty references-- some obscure, some obvious. Maybe these will inspire totally new poems?)

Thirty Days Hath I Forgotten That I love You
Finally! Iv'e Heard of all the Keys of Western Music
Escape to M30
I Quit Poetry in September
Apocalypse of February 30th
I Quit Poetry Again in June
You are Loud and Angry as United States Senator
I Tried to Quit Poetry Again in November
The Thirty Years' War is too Much With Us
Windshield Wipers on the Cars in the F-zero Franchise
The Hush of the Sarsen Circle
A Haiku for Sunday in 30 Seconds to Mars
All I Wanted was a Pearl
Biking Through Greece
How we Fell from Texas to Arkansas
I couldn't Trust Anyone over Thirty
Care fell into Oregon from New Jersey
30-minute Meals in the Oven
Paradoxical Postcards from the Trial on Neptune
The Fledgeling Flight of the Myth of Sissyphus
For Amanda Rhea on her 13-Going-On-30th Birthday
Apocalypse II: 30 Days of Night
I Quit Poetry for Good in April
Talking to the French Department Gard
Confessions of 30 Pieces of Silver
Fears in Tavistock Square
The Holy Spirit Descends like an Acoustic Melody in the River
Catharsis on 30 St. Mary Avenue
Enveloped in Tricontagons
--30-- 

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