SUAVE, debonair, I’m sure I look; by hook or by
CROOK I thought I’d win them all over––until reality
THREW me a curve ball, and I at last
BEGIN to see it’s a funhouse mirror before me.
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ludic verbosity for the win
SUAVE, debonair, I’m sure I look; by hook or by
CROOK I thought I’d win them all over––until reality
THREW me a curve ball, and I at last
BEGIN to see it’s a funhouse mirror before me.
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CROOK rifled chest to steal every last doubloon
THREW my parchment and my quills in the lagoon
SUAVE he posed with charm yet executed only harm
BEGIN he now and reckon to the end, he’ll find no refuge nor a friend.
CROOK, THREW, SUAVE, BEGIN
MUSIC tinkling in the background, the stuffed
BUNNY lay forgotten on the bed––
BANAL in comparison to the
GODLY, otherworldly beings knocking on the window.
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MUSIC, BUNNY, GODLY, BANAL
ASHEN burns on ancient brown ash-
TRAYS. Nicotine stains on fingers.
BUGLE warning, hide the stash! Something’s
AMISS! It’s that smoky reek than lingers!
[Turns out that TRAYS should have been TRAIT – my mind playing with homonyms while I wasn’t looking.]
[‘Smoky reek that lingers’ – courtesy of Rupert Brooke]
BUGLE note draws Herla’s Hunt to assemble,
ASHEN faeries in ranks that will not rhyme,
TRAITS opaque, they ever signify to tremble:
AMISS we all now, unmoored of standard time.
ASHEN-faced, what was
AMISS took me a minute. A
BUGLE was missing, that
TRAITor hunger snatched it from my fingertip.
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BUGLE, ASHEN, TRAIT, AMISS
GUAVA
FUDGE; now I’ve heard everything. My brain
BEGINs to ignite, over-idle, rev up and
MOTOR.