NaPoWriMo 4/25 for 4/10

The problem, really,
is that I'm not seeking a "je ne sais quoi."  
This is the same year-long phantom limb ache: c'est ce n'est pas un "je ne sais quoi."
My dear little prince, how I wish I had listened
to your story--to the doorway hidden there.
How lazy I was,
never learning how to read.

NaPoWriMo 4/9

House Always Wins

Even shrouded in cigar smoke

and wide ties,

I would bet—as I ought to, here—

that these floors never had the allure

of freshly-invented neon lights

and big band glitz.

I worried I would be underdressed

in that trailer park pit

jumping –ding!- with each arm pull

the promising whir,

the lack of cheery screams.

I ducked in case of falling chips

or so as not be seen—

I needn’t have worried.

There’s nothing behind this curtain.

NaPoWriMo 4/4

12-Bar Blues

Overconfident hands
set me jangling.
Cacophony ensues.

You have to learn the pattern first,
then,
you can improvise.

NaPoWriMo 4/2

You thrust into my drivedream and ravage it,
unbuilding the church brick by brick,
the cartoonish squeal of video in rewind.

The beginning is familiar.
The laughs not yet forced,
the lights flicking off--
This is not the proper denouement:
without gentleness,
without mouths.