PAD Chapbook Day 22
Response

At 7AM the hollow door wood reverberation sounded different
and holey-bat-tights it was! Knuckles at the end of a friendly fist
accosted my door, and the person at the end of the arm was for me.

At 530PM three additional knocks were again for me!
What shift in the earth's rotation has allowed gravity to shift
and caused these people to drift ever so slightly over to my door?

PAD Chapbook Day 16
If there is a knock at the door, It usually isn't for me

Two doors painted the same blue as the blue in Chevron gas station signs
Separated by three feet of wall and insulation
Two chiral apartments constructed resembling two hands unclasped
and unfolding with thumbs as front doors, and wrist as second means of egress
So when three knocks reverberate through hard wood and disrupt the air
in my apartment, I don't bother opening the front door because
it probably isn't for me.

PAD Chapbook Day 12
Detail

If I squint sometimes it looks like Margaret Thatcher's shadow
Escaped from her like Peter Pan's escaped from him
But it decided to hide out on the edge of my shirt
And unfortunately the heat from the dryer melded it to t-shirt fibers

There were other shirts and several pairs of black pants
Tattooed with smears from an ink pen left by my son
along with nails, pencils, cast iron toy cars with rubber wheels
I kept everything that was black, and, of course, I kept Meg
But I tossed out the teal blue hoodie with blobs and strings
of ink hideously unfashionably dribbled everywhere.

PAD Chapbook Day 11
Theme

Droplets fall, two hydrogens, arms hooked on either side of oxygen
Atomic iridescent beads, diffuse between earth's loamy dark skin
Aggregate on the arborated dendrites, typically labeled trees
Puddle and trickle down, saturate weather chapped bark
Join internal rivers that course through trunk portals
Spread and leak out into soil sinuses around open terminal ends

PAD Chapbook Day 9

Dream

They are all there
even though logically they cannot afford the airfare

My day with them switches from one YouTube video to the next
Different camera angles and lighting make little sense

There are subliminal messages imbedded in my dreams
The government might have outlawed them in 1958
but my dreams still have them

Frightning flashes
Thunderbolts of things that I need to know for the next exam
My eyes try to focus and register
Try to burn them into my brain
Grasp hold, make sense, and test myself on these virtual things
I imagine that I see patterns
And maybe my brain secretly does
but the waking me is oblivious to them...

I try to hold myself under the dark waters of sleep
Sometimes it is easy because I dive into thick oceans
Most times it's impossible to remain cocooned in puddles
I wake up confused, disturbed and alone with insomnia...

PAD Chapbook Day 8

Fact

Sticky white rubber separates from sticky white rubber
Ziplock bag technology applied around square refrigerator
door edges, contains and sequesters cold air
but not as well as 14-3-3 (because I still get a bill)
Disruptive sound waves created by unstuck rubber
Makes me salivate almost as much as Pavlov's dogs

Sultry produce bags drape over stainless steel metal grill shelves
Crenating tomato silhouettes visible through painted logos
Boxes of milk, garlic, cheese with various slices hacked off
Mayonnaise, ketchup, soysauce, mustard, and salsa
mill about on door shelf balconies and discuss the recent election
Antisocial butter hides out in a domed opaque room

PAD Chapbook Day 7

Myth

Tangerine plasma unzipped the atmosphere
Sonic booms pealed, announced our heroine's arrival
Respectfully trailed her, crashed cymbals

She arrived on a Thursday, fuschia mane
brown skin and deep brown eyes
She was hungry when she arrived.