Unbridled,
running wild,
the mustang,
freed forevermore,
eschews the conquistador.

51/365

Circling my car
around the reservoir
polluted by capers
and running on vapors

50/365

A crown
weighed down
the clever mind
of Archimedes,
displacing
all other thought;
A puzzle to unfold,
the purity of gold,
and how to find it
using math.

He gave up
and took a bath,
and from his soak
shot up and spoke,
“Eureka!”
naked and loose
across Syracuse.

48/365

Witness the vampire,
inching forward
stepwise,
avoiding eyes,
feeling the pulse
of an 80s hair band,
surrounded
by green glass bottles
stocked by region
and triglyceride level,
attended by demons
in gothic aprons,
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
for the next
available cashier.

46/365

Each drop of rain
holds a blueprint
to recreate
the universe.

45/365

They laughed
at Noah’s Ark
and guffawed
at backyard
fallout bunkers,
but since the robots
came to town,
we’re thankful for
the Faraday Cage
Cafe and Human Shelter.

44/365

A 1978 Mercury Monarch
rusting
in an automotive graveyard
hides a kingdom
of butterfly messengers
bearing secrets
from the gods.

43/365

Join the warmup,
shimmying to the whims
of parasitic bosses
who snap fat fingers
and drain your future.

Join the race
on a grindstone track
designed to buff
rough edges
and rebellious textures.

Join the chase,
blinders on,
as your dangling carrot
recedes into the distance.

42/365

Pride 
       of the Flapper Era, 
engineered
       by T-square,
a termite-loving
              wooden coaster
       endures,
forever unsurpassed. 

38/365

The dream bus
sailed
down the thoroughfare
of slumber
making no stops,
an express
to Anxiety Square.

37/365

Every person
is a nexus
of the universe. 

36/365

The mighty oak 
falls to the saw 
and as it crashes 
dreams 
of acorn days 
gripped in the mitten 
of a child, 
streaking down 
a snowy slope. 

“Someday 
you will be 
a sled,” 
the child whispered 
to his friend, 
now, at the end, 
the falling tree shouts, 
“Rosebud!” 
and nobody knows why. 

34/365

Welcome
to the Human Multiplex,
currently screening
over 8.2 billion films
in a shared
cinematic universe.

30/365

The shortest leash 
and tightest collar 
is the need 
for one more dollar. 

30/365

Double-plus ungood 
to be 
flush 
with forbidden words 

26/365

As I ran 
from the Bad Luck Beast 
my shoelace 
came untied. 
What are the odds? 

22/365

A pucker  
in the fabric 
of time 
opens a door 
into my childhood. 

21/365

You pass yourself 
on crisscrossing escalators, 
one of you rising 
to meet the moment, 
one of you descending 
into your collection 
of regrets. 

20/365

“My beamish boy!
Hast thy vorpal blade
slain the Jabberwock,
thy manxome foe,
in yon tulgey wood?”

“Skibidi,”
the boy demurred.

19/365

The angel peered
over my shoulder
and urged me
to click
another link.
They have
online distractions
in Heaven,
but no Wikipedia.

18/365

Noobie mistake,
pairing my
Cloak of Invisibility
with
+3 Boots of Squeakiness.

17/365

You’re lucky I found you
in these lightless tunnels
where a monster lurks,
or so I’m told.
I have strength enough
to keep us safe
while you tell stories
of your world
beyond these walls,
where men and cows
roam grassy fields
under broad blue skies,
free,
as I long to be!

15/365

When a silence falls
in the forest
and no one is around
to hear,
does a tree
sacrifice itself
to fill the awkward void?

14/365

The Sun is dust on fire.
The Moon is dust on ice.
The Earth is a dusty ball
       with a dusty web
       of dust-based life.

We are the dust that learns
              to think,
                      to speak,
       to dream.

12/365

The coaster
returns
to the platform.

Eyes bleary,
voice weary,
the operator
croaks,
“All done, sir?”

“Again,”
I tell him.

“Again,
and this time
add another loop!”

11/365

A man built a machine
that turned paper to gold,
sparking revolutions
of science,
of religion,
of thought,
dragging the world
from Dark Ages to Now,
when Gutenberg lost
his printing press
to venture capitalists.

10/365

“Take me out to the ballgame,”
Caroline urged her beau,
and off they go;
Season tix.

All through the first six
Caroline screams
for the hometown crew.

Down by two,
but in inning seven
they score eleven!

Caroline stands,
sings
stretches arms to the sky.

So good,
So good,
So good!

9/365

Yours
is as reliable
as the sun
rising
in the east.

Mine
is as reliable
as a fountain
of cesium 133.

May the best clock win!

8/365

As dusk settles in,
a swarm
of Italian-made scooters
roars past,
engines singing,
“Make haste!”
in chorus to the darkening sky.

7/365

How many
miles of likes,

How many
gallons of reposts,

How many acres of followers,

are equal to one
genuine connection?

6/365

Beyond the horizon
lie spaces
far older
or younger
than what we can see.

One bit
ravaged
by entropy and time,
its photons
locked into place,
forever frozen.

Another still waiting,
a trillion more years
until the first caress
of the Creator’s fingertips.

Next question?

5/365

A road diverged
in yellowed woods
with neon letters
burning bright:

“Progress”
to the left-hand fork,

“Nostalgia” to the right.

I took my machete
to the brush between,
and so
I split the difference.

3/365

Never frozen,
ever green,
a New Year’s attitude
blossoms in the heart of winter.

2/365