The crowd

The dance crowd

USUALly, I can be
MERRY when someone gives me a
KNOCK in a crowd or an accidental
SHOVE, but elbowing me in the ribs really gets up my nose!

The dance crowd

Cavorting

MERRY! frolic we now ‘cross the meadow, say I.
KNOCK me over with feather, you reply,
SHOVE me a bit, but aw shucks is how it plays,
USUAL badinage that warms my days.

Seven hills

DRIVE from Ostia, carefullY,
EAST, cautiously through the manic traffic, A
ROMA, the seven-hilled city. Drive to Palatine, the
FIFTH of them. Fifth, according to some sources.

Arch of Constantine and Palatine Hill

Faust in His Lab

AROMA stew in lab whiffs of alchemist’s pursuit,
FIFTH element or philosopher’s stone the quest.
DRIVE for new techne to tame and harness like
YEAST for bakers. Yet Faust aims not for bread.

Yeast

AROMA slinks around like someone escaping a crowded room, but the
DRIVE to capture possesses everyone exposed to it, even the
FIFTH or sixth passerby each minute cannot resist the exhaust from YEAST working its way through the dough.

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The purloiner

QUELL, how do I quell my feelings about the thief who’s
TAKEN not just the vinyl off my floor, but the
VINYL out of the kitchen cupboards. It was a sheer
FLUKE that I put on my glasses and noticed all this purloining.

The Old Man on the Boat

FLUKE of anchor glints back sun from A&R man’s yacht .
VINYL made him, his sense for sound. Digital will now
QUELL his streak. Hip hop bravado will have
TAKEN over songs. He will brood as waves rock the boat.