In honor of poetry month, I strive to create a poem a day for each day of the month. Last year this effort, combined with a poetry class helped me create my chapbook Ammonia Sunrise. So I know this works, even though the poems are a bit raw in the begining.
Here is an example:
My first thought
When I heard victims:
“thank you Jesus”
standing among the matchsticks
of tornado ruins –
you need better gods.
I too worshiped before the altar
of lost causes
I ignited unblessed votives
for deliverance in the form of an advance
a mythical six figure option
is this any, any different
from the purtian afterlife
that promise of exclusionary greatness and light?
Thin thighs in thirty days?
I burned incense
before the wrong image of youth
I would have been better served.
in offering fruit, nuts and roasted chicken
to that spirit house around the corner
the one with the domestic buddha,
grounded in earth. Breathing in air.
the current temple of impossible dreams
sits dead center in our home
prophesies day and night – this
will bring you to happy
there is no silence to consider
the results of all these relentless offerings
the day could end with me standing
in scattered pick-up-sticks
tossed by a game-playing god
what good was smooth skin?
I consider escape
clutching a votive
half a chicken
return to worshiping
the sole miracle
of the story.