NaPoWriMo 20, 2016

Four Twenty

A celebration today

down where I used to live

of a humble plant

with a lot to give.

It can be made into rope,

or even high fashion.

A crime some call dope?

Or a drug of compassion?

Where were you your first time?

And who were you with?

You just give it some thought

while I spin us a spliff.

NaPoWriMo 19, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day 19 Prompt – How to

How to Survive a Skytrain Fup

Laugh.

Nothing else will help you.

Be kind to your fellow trapped humans.

When the disembodied voice announces

“We apologize for the inconvenience. Service

is running, but a little bit slower than normal,”

laugh hard.

Because there isn’t anything slower

than stopped

and it just gets funnier

every time they say it.

Laugh and laugh and laugh,

then wish for a fast horse.

Maybe one with a horn.

NaPoWriMo 18, 2016

Choices

What will you do tomorrow?

Will you throw yourself at life with joyful abandon?

Or abandon hope of joy?

Will you dare to make a mistake?

Or mistake correct for right?

Will you taste the wine?

Or whine distastefully?

Will you hug a stranger?

Or estrange your lover?

Will you run for the fun of it?

Or run in fear?

Will you learn every day?

Or just yearn?

Listen?

Love?

Laugh?

Will you live?

Or just exist?