NaPoWriMo #12 - Secret Code

Daylilies

I sit in my mushroom throne

surrounded by daylily courtesans.

They'll only last a day

and then I'll be tired of them

and their constant simpering.

But they can't really help themselves.

Flowers are the sex of plants, after all.

Soft petals, wet with nectar,

chasing after bees,

who are already pledged to another.

How lewd! How common!

It's no wonder I can only

tolerate them for a day

before wishing them gone!

But so long as it is summer,

there will always be more daylilies.

NaPoWriMo #4 - Inside Out

I thought this was a really hard prompt....

In the twenty-first century

In the twenty-first century

it is no longer sufficient

to wear your heart

on your sleeve.

You must also

wear your large intestine

as a belt,

wear your small intestine

as a scarf,

carry your mind

as a handbag

to hold your worries,

and don your stomach

as a vest.

Your skin is

naturally

your suit.

It holds the outfit together.

In the twenty-first century

everything must be understandable

at a glance,

so no one has to take the time

or put down their blackberry

to actually look.