Month: July 2022

Last card

LIPID ain’t limpid, like your limpid eyes, my dear.
TULIP ain’t two lips, though you have two, it’s clear.
MUCUS ain’t music, though your words are music to my ears. But.
SPADEs is trumps, so it’s clear, hear this in your ears, I win again, my dear.

Organic

SPADE cuts ground like a scalpel through
MUCUS membranes and bone, cultivating the
TULIP rows in their multicolored tissue,
LIPID petals and protein stems, living beauty.

Spring or Chemistry

SPADE a foot rest, gaze lingers,
TULIPs spirited hues announce fresh life. For the gardener
LIPIDs, enzymes, and explanation give ground before senses flaring lovely to the mind.
MUCUS? Not cell product, rather first tickle of this year’s sneezes.

Lincoln and the Brain

CHORDs mystically resound in memory, growing
SANER ties of affection to strengthen union.
NINJA away our fractures and dissensions–banish
PINKY and the Brain’s plans to take over the world.