NaPoWriMo: 29 April 2015

Even when doing something you enjoy,

No matter how fulfilling it is,

Or how you're living out your dream,

Sometimes

you still don't want to get out of bed.

NaPoWriMo: 28 April 2015

I saw the coat
and wanted to try it on
I was going to be
that version of a man
that tells his woman what he's going to do.

Instead,
I offered
that I would like to try it on
if she and my friends would please wait.

I was ordered to do it.

I was that version of a man
that did as I was told
as she beamed
and swooned in advance.

NaPoWriMo: 27 April 2015

DEFEND THE STATUS QUO

Ladies and gentlemen,

start your engines!

Sharpen your tongues,

engage your ignorance,

and make sure your privilege is packed up and stowed

for its own protection

and yours.

Batten the hatches

and defend your right

not to be uncomfortable.

Questioning is treason.

Challenge is attack.

Rise and defend the status quo

for it is on the ropes

and needs brave soldiers

like you

to do something —

or better yet, nothing —

to insure long life.

NaPoWriMo: 26 April 2015

Are you kidding me?

Padiddle!

Cyclops!

My car has one light —

A week after it was in the shop.

NaPoWriMo: 25 April 2015

CON: FOUND IT!

My mind was just blown.

I had some help, though:

A broken ankle,

help needed,

and a festival

that put me in the right place

at the right time.

A fast walker's nightmare,

but a geek/nerd dream.

Thank my stars,

at last I have been to a con.

NaPoWriMo: 24 April 2015

UNUSED INTRO

On a chilly Midwestern Friday

very much like today — 

in fact it was today — 

one man rode down to Chicago from the Twin Cities

to face his latest performer challenge: performing his solo improv

at an honest-to-God improv festival.

NaPoWriMo: 23 April 2015

IT'S ALL RELATIVE

I keep amassing this list:

Moving seems like standing still.

Progress seems like regression.
Sticking with it seems like giving up.

Success feels like failure.

The punchline is

that dualism seems to be

the only way.

NaPoWriMo: 22 April 2015

I'm not exactly Imelda Marcos,
but I own four pairs of clown shoes.
That would be even more strange
if I weren't a clown.

I have almost double that amount
in pants.