Month: September 2022

‘Doughnut’ preferred

Does it
RECUR to you – or even occur to you – that I’m acting
SHYLY because while you eat your
DONUT – your sometimes spelt ‘doughnut’ – you
GNASH your teeth. How is that even possible?

Hidden Door

DONUTs in the parking lot late one winter night,
GNASHes of stress fall away, dissolved in moment’s joy,
RECURrence is rare, this hidden door to another self.
SHYLY wonder: do others have, not door, but thoroughfare?

Two attempts, both pathetic

I’m finding it hard to write a poem GAILY;
the words all seem pathetic and TRITE,
the opposite of being in the bounteous spaces of a HAREM,
more like trying the thickest dough to KNEAD.

GAILY? I’m finding it hard to write thus;
TRITE and pathetic is all the words seem – a
HAREM of bounteous words I’d like, not
KNEADing what appears to be unmalleable dough.