For those tempted to do a 24 hour poetry challenge:
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24 in 24 – Hour 24
HOUR 24
…the poem’s end…
Oh, the poems must end.
How must it end? How can it end? How will it end?
I hear a thousand birds singing outside my window.
This is how the poems end?
Yes, this is the way the poems end.
Not with a bang
But like how a bright, new —
I’m not really sure what all I’ve done here but … Thanks for reading along. Thanks for liking and commenting. I’m going to sleep now and then rise to fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
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24 in 24 – Hour 23
SO LATE IT’S EARLY AND I’VE OUTLIVED GOOD SENSE
This need I feel for you
is like waiting for one last song
where you’re so desperate for music
that even the morning wind
starts to sounds like a symphony.
I –
I felt so much sorrow all the time.
Everything headed to heaven or hell.
I should have known better.
Should’ve remembered there were more
than just the lonely records to play.
Time’s a right record, innit?
Right round…right round.
Time’s a recording for all time.
I think we just might get to play it all back again.
So I wanna make it good and
make it the best it’s ever been
and I won’t save all this magic
for the turn at the poem’s end.
24 in 24 – Hour 22
THAT ONE ROCK OPERA WHERE BLACK HEARTS
HAVE RAINBOW ORGASMS WHILE REALIZING THEMSELVES
AS PART OF INDRA'S NET
Hypnotizing vertigo
I can't stand it anymore
It makes me want to cry
It makes you want to cry
It makes me want to cry
Where do souls run off to, honey?
Are the black hearts doomed too soon?
I’m not supposed to be here, honey.
But for this need I feel for you. (Goddamn)
{Interlude}
ENTER CAPTAIN BLACKHEART
CAPTAIN BLACKHEART:
This is your Captain Blackheart speaking
And I don't know who's to blame
I don’t know how it’s meant to be
And I can’t escape my pain
ANGELS & DEVILS SPIN INTO VIEW
ANGELS & DEVILS (SINGING):
There are black hearts
And blue hearts
And red hearts
And white hearts
And do you yet know
What sets these hearts far apart?
CAPTAIN BLACKHEART:
I’ve never known a blue heart
But I’ve watched a red one bleed
And white hearts give me diarrhea
And a’knocking of mine knees.
So if you’re asking me about
Any differences I see,
Well a heart’s a fart that beats and blarts
No mind the color of its sheen
ANGELS & DEVILS (SINGING):
Oh, you Black Heart….
Dear, sweet, Black Heart…
How very smart art thart…
Though thou simply dost know nart…
That the truth of all these hearts
And all time
And all space
And all things
Is that you
are IT
lovely Black Heart,
empty Black Heart,
dear, sweet, broken Black Heart
And what IT
is is
IT IS, IT IS, IT IS…
ANGELS & DEVILS SPIN OUT OF VIEW
BLACKHEART EXPLODES INTO AN ORGASMIC RAINBOW
{End Interlude}
It makes me want to cry (Goddamn)
It makes you want to cry (Goddamn)
It makes me want to cry (Goddamn)
I just can't stand it anymore (Goddamn)
This hypnotizing vertigo
Goddamn!
Where do these souls run off to, honey?
No hearts are false - no hearts are true.
I’m not supposed to be here with ya, honey.
But for this need I feel for you. (Goddamn)
This need I feel for you.
24 in 24 – Hour 21
END OF TIME, A TANKA
I won’t fear the clock,
Despite its relentlessness.
Those skeletal hands
Pointing to infinity;
Hypnotizing vertigo.
24 in 24 – Hour 20
LULLABY FOR EXISTENTIAL SWEATS IN THE PREDAWN
Bear down upon me
Circle me round
When the clock ticks
The heartbeats will pound
When the clock strikes
At four in the morn
Who’ll be there to catch you
And wrap you up warm?
Don’t fall asleep, baby
Don’t call it quits
Don’t close your eyes, baby
‘Cause that’s when time hits
Takes little bits of you
It won’t ever stop
Stay strong when you say it:
“I won’t fear the clock”
24 in 24 – Hour 19
SONNET FOR STARING DOWN INFINITY IN THE QUIET OF THE EARLY MORNING
Oh painful time, you inspire me to write.
How I loathe the way you flow, run, escape,
Infecting my mind from sunrise to blank night
Always moving moving, with dark mouth agape.
Why should I despise your gaping maw,
When you must march from orders cryptic?
Grey heavens echo the great black crow’s caw,
That ushers us forward apocalyptic.
Why should I hate you, when you have no willful say?
Close your monarchic eyes and acquiescent hands.
Your glistening bright teeth write horrors my days.
Your omnipresent nature burns like sunned sands.
I know I cannot change you, despite desperate pleas,
Remember these bleak words whilst you bear down upon me.
24 in 24 – Hour 18
BRIGHT – A CINQUAIN FOR ALL OF TIME
Bright,
Yet exhausted.
Oh! Painful Time!
You’ve Inspired
Me
24 in 24 – Hour 17
A GHASTLY ME-SHAPED SPACE
24 in 24 – Hour 16
CLOSE AT HAND
Time’s obsolete at midnight
When I’m singing to the dead
When I’m calling out across the darkness
To the voices in my head
This is the one for midnight
Where I’m wondering how you’ve been
Where I’m hoping without any faith
I’ll see your face again
Yeah, this is the one for midnight
Where I can’t help but say your name
Where I can’t help but cry myself to sleep
For those who’ve lost the game
This is the final one for midnight
When the words may find new shapes
When those who’ve gone before me
Prep a ghastly, me-shaped space
Jason Preu 
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