ludic verbosity for the win
DINER emptied his plate in a
TRICE. ‘It was nice,’ he said. ‘But the only thing to
SULLY my pleasure is offering an
INGOT and getting no change on it.’
DINER, perusing the racing guide, at LUNCH, in a
TRICE, changes his mind re the HORSE, whose
STYLE is in a state of SULLY after
COYLY losing not just the bettor’s shirt but his INGOT.
SULLY we always quotidian joys with grasping?
INGOT discovery proclaimed, converse ceased:
DINER emptied, food grown cold and flavor dead,
TRICE-moment’s flash of profit, now steady habits of living are forgotten.
DINER plate special, once edible, now an
INGOT on the plate; mention it to
SULLY, the short-order cook, and in a
TRICE you’ll regret you said a word.
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SULLY, INGOT, DINER, TRICE
NYLON hazmat suits pulled from the
SHELF, respirators and gloves to ward off the
VIRAL invasion, but Captain Trips won’t
BUDGE one inch of ground.
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NYLON, SHELF, VIRAL, BUDGE
NYLON, cretaceous soup remixed as fiber,
SHELF space for stockings diverted in wartime to parachutes,
VIRAL demand thus launched by rarity, a valuation from which none would
BUDGE, as, say, Romans were fixated on ivory combs.
COYLY peeking from behind cover, we saw from the
STYLE of tack on each
HORSE: these were no mere
LUNCH customers come to the tavern.
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LUNCH: thermos full of bisque, and hunk of cheese.
HORSE gets carrots and a bag of oats.
STYLE? Who cares on a summer day?—“Oh he cares”,
COYLY speaks the horse, as I splutter out the bisque.
LUNCH, HORSE, STYLE, COYLY