Ubiquity

My head is dizzy--
Enough caffeine for two,
Enough sleep-debt for ten.
Focus-adrenaline.
Focus on everything.
Focus on Nothing.
Focus-fog.
My head is empty.
Wake, wake, wake,
Wake up!
Eyes snap around--
So many colors;
So much light.
Sound. Sound. Sound. Sound.
Achy head means more caffeine.
Lean against the swirling walls
To make them stand still.
Somewhere along the line
The work gets done,
But I'm not really sure where.
Sleeping means starting over
Tomorrow.

This is my first poem for National Poetry Writing Month 2014. The prompt was ubiquitous.

Plane Tickets and Credit Cards

Together, you and I should leave this looping scene,
Forget the stress, and find something illogical to do.
Who needs plans when we can pack a credit card,
Plane tickets to Paris in my purse, and travel guides?
I've no need to be inconspicuous.
You can kiss me publicly in perfect daylight,
Exactly like you can't back home. But here, who cares?

This is a poem written for National Poetry Writing Month in 2013. It is an Allitersen, and I used the prompts "One Ticket in your purse," and "illogical." I hate alliteration normally, so this was especially challenging for me. I remembered this poem that I had written because of the terrorism going in Paris. Vive la France.

They Make Their Own Lipstick

They crushed feelings
And wore them on their lips,
Which was brazen
And uncouth.
And they liked it.
They liked the way
Their razor-teeth flashed
With each sly smile.
Mortar hands are waiting for
New hearts to grind
With their pestle fingers.

This is my 10th poem for National Poetry Writing Month 2014. I didn't have anyone in particular in mind, but it wouldn't be difficult to come up with a list.