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