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NaPoWriMo Epilogue

National/Global Poetry Writing Month is over. How did I do? Click here and let me know. 

It was harder to keep up due to health issues, both mine and other people in my life. 

I didn't experiment as much with form. Just no time for it after I caught up. 

For the past few years, I feel I learn nothing after this exercise is done. 

I might write more about it elsewhere. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Thirty

Now is the Worst Time

The best is
what's not
revealed.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Nine

Playground

Cool kids
time their

quitting
perfectly.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight

Playtime

America
is a fourth
grader 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven, Poem Twenty-Seven

Retreat

Fuckit
style 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Six, Poem Twenty-Six

Retire Already

Holed up
hiding.

Same spot
you once 

shamed me
out of. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five, Poem Twenty-Five

Pace

I will
take a
first step,

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Four, Poem Twenty-Four

PSA

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Three, Poem Twenty-Three

Not This Time

Performing 
monkey boy

Calls night
early. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Two, Poem Twenty-Two

You're an Emotional Landfill

Behold. Another trauma dump
Why else are you around people
if not to catalog their sins. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-One, Poem Twenty-One

Adding Red Flags
on Dating Profile

Never been
smart enough

to know when
somebody

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty, Poem Twenty

Zeros Helping Zeros

Here to
help

NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen, Poem Nineteen

Relit Torch

I have
no more 

NaPoWriMo, Day Eighteen, Poem Eighteen

Lift Me Up

Saturday
always

has a
day shift.

NaPoWriMo, Day Seventeen, Poem Seventeen

Let Me Down

Should know
beforehand. 

Plans always
start and end

NaPoWriMo, Day Sixteen, Poem Sixteen

New Theory

Emperor
is naked,

but so are
followers. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Fifteen, Poem Fifteen

God Hates Poetry

Feels fecal 
cave smears
more honest.

NaPoWriMo, Day Fourteen, Poem Fourteen

Don't Play

House always 
wins. 

Even your
own. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirteen, Poem Thirteen

Early Mourning

Money squawks,
bulls spread

piping presents 
across homeland.