PEDAL the last yards, swerving into
ALLEY–fumble, gasping, for garage key, hang bike from hook.
EMBED now the memory of the ten mile adventure,
TRUMPing every dead meeting moment that lies ahead.
Month: August 2022
Stuck In Your Head
PEDAL and cable from guitar to amp wears an
ALLEY on the floor, the tunes
EMBED themselves in your brain and
TRUMP whatever thoughts you wanted to have.
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2022-08-22 words
PEDAL, ALLEY, EMBED, TRUMP
Cough
TOUGH was the cough; staying home cost me
DOUGH, rough though it was, lying home
DYING, reading Ulysses with Leopold
PLUME – sorry, Bloom – in the tomb of my room.
Dough!
TOUGH H. Simpson finally closes the valve,
DYING klaxon alarm tails off.
PLUME of radioactivity over Springfield averted:
DOUGH!
Collections
TOUGH guy, packin’ heat and crackin’ knees,
PLUME perfectly set in his fedora,
DYING for some wise guy to slip up:
DOUGH has to be collected for the boss.
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2022-08-21 words
TOUGH, DYING, PLUME, DOUGH
Yer Granny
Oh yer
CANNY shove yer granny off a bus;
NOMADder if she never makes a fuss.
SNORT loud she might and biff yer, she’s
CABIN (‘scuse the cold) for to get yer; oh yer
CANNY shove yer granny off a bus.
(Sorry for the matching line at the end, aficionados!)
The opening line ‘pinched’ from this song
Weird Noises
unCANNY thoughts began when
NOMAD finally settled down–
CABIN life full of strange sounds.
SNORTing? Did he laugh in his dreams?
Goeth Before the Fall
NOMAD, having never settled down, thinks himself
CANNY–too shrewd for the nerds and the
CABIN-dwelling weirdos–and
SNORTs at the thought of losing.
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