#276: 10/1/2015
Let’s hunt unicorns!
And if we can’t find any,
then let’s just hold hands.
#277: 10/2/2015
Sing an apple-song,
thank the tree for bearing what
our steel cannot build.
#278: 10/3/2015
Fluorescent airport
full of soft curving steel lines
far too posh for us.
#279: 10/4/15
Narrow antique walls
whisper old stories loudly
while we try to sleep.
#280: 10/5/15
Drizzling firmament
matches puddle-rich sidewalks
synchronized in gray.
#281: 10/6/15
Rippling red dragons
watch like sages from their poles
revealing nothing.
#282: 10/7/15
Night in the city,
doors barred – strains of old guitar
caress thinning crowds.
#283: 10/8/15
Juggling fire at dusk.
Torches arc above the throng,
illuminating.
#284: 10/10/15
Languages of stone –
whispering buttresses recall
silent centuries.
#285: 10/10/15
In what museum
will shards of our work lie still
under glass someday?
#286: 10/11/15
The wonders of Earth,
proud, bright, have this in common:
that they are not home.
#287: 10/13/15
Down the rabbit-hole,
curious, curiouser,
till sunlight wakes you.
#288: 10/13/15
Consider the hair:
deaf, blind, cut back endlessly,
undeterred it grows.
#289: 10/20/15
Stubborn evergreens
hold out against fiery fall:
traditionalists.
#290: 10/20/15
For your ears alone,
irrevocably private,
the neurons whisper.
#291: 10/20/15
Cold is not a thing
but an un-thing, lack of heat,
yet it sings like fire.
#292: 10/20/15
Dry plants in old pots
await a soil afterlife,
deep, and free of wind.
#293: 10/20/15
A cluttered house is
life in motion. Should home be
antiseptic, clean?
#294: 10/20/15
Shh! All-Hallow’s Eve
creeps near, pumpkin candles bright
like the eyes of saints.
#295: 10/20/15
Cars save us effort.
That’s why we drive them to gyms,
where we exercise.
#296: 10/21/15
Plans like doves fly forth,
now and then returning stained,
weary, branch in beak.
#297: 10/22/15
Voices and voices
press in through this box of light,
urgent, seductive.
#298: 10/25/15
Win yew lye a loan
awl knight, ore wok four daze, a
lass! Yore mined gits week.
#299: 10/25/15
Rebellious body:
knees complain, stomach grumbles.
King Brain’s restless serfs.
#300: 10/25/15
The best thing about
finishing a book is that
now you can start one.
#301: 10/26/15
Don’t listen to me.
Especially when I say
“Don’t listen to me.”
#302: 10/27/15
Chimney’s silhouette
gazes lean, benevolent,
over pre-dawn street.
#303: 10/28/15
A car, an airplane,
Google Maps, unite two friends.
Evening of laughter.
#304: 10/29/2015
Gale screams, thunder cracks.
Eerie grey portal unfolds.
Bats swarm free like ants.
#305: 10/30/2015
All Hallow’s Eve, Eve:
pumpkins grimace, spiders spin,
gramarye grows thick.
#306: 11/2/2015
Low-level sickness,
just enough to make you tired,
crawls inside and purrs.
Brian D. Buckley 