Month: September 2022

Chauvinist

CLOSE to the swing doors leading to the
SERVEry, I’m favoured with frequent
AROMAS from the kitchen, and waitresses passing. ‘Hey
FILLY!’ a bumptious customer calls. And is ignored.

The Two Ways

SHAKY grasp on the two ways:
PSALM One’s rooted tree, drinking delight or rootless chaff, dry carried away.
BELLE senses truth, yet finds in glamor a delight that pulls her into the wind.
STAGE glory: who seeks a rooted place, when role can be had to dazzle?

Center Stage

SHAKY voice pierces the low bustling hum like a
BELL, Eagerly calling for the crowd’s attention.
PSALM texts written centuries ago still hold center
STAGE for addressing modern hearts.

Running on Nerves

SERVE on helpdesk frontlines, lunch late to grab
FILLY cheesesteak, add mayo–my choice. Hectic in
CLOSE of my buzzing mind, users’ nerves and mine. Try stray, peaceful thoughts.
AROMA of peppers lingers when I’m back. All else today smells of adrenaline.

The Veil of Night

THROB and thrum of party carries on evening air.
COYLY, night withholds its message; instead
ENSUEs variety: many sleep, some make love, some fret, some few slink.
ABOVE, eyes needing no light trace a story we cannot see through the dark.