I’ve been keeping up with my poem-a-day practice since the Bad Poet workshop ended at the end of February. And I’m still going strong on my drawing-a-day too. The drawing has become part of my morning practice. I normally pick a prompt for my poem early in the day, mull it about in my brain, and then write it in the evening. You can tell what is on my mind day…
circadian rhythms
like the buzz of cicadas
rising to a slow crescendo then
rolling low
C R A S H
DAYLIGHT
SAVINGS
TIME
just like honey badger
don’t care
not about soft pillows
and rising at the pace of the sun
nor slowing at the pace of the moon
B A M
zero fucks given