Tacit

TACIT for 200 bars, I read, and
WRING my Bass Clarinet hands.
TODAY, it appears, I’m forced to
DWELL in the wasteland of military bands.

River Flowing To a Final Sea

TODAY. How many left? What fixed place where I might
DWELL? How inhabit a current? Who can pause in time?
WRING a memory from today, but what will contain it?
TACIT most days: today’s a drop in a river flowing to a final sea.

I don’t like climate science anymore

SHUSH, please don’t
SHARE the fact that
SOLAR power is, in many countries, unreliable; such knowledge
QUELLS – and quakes – the heart of your average Greenie.

[The problem with having SOLAR amongst the words; brings out the political…The title is a play on a line from a beer ad: ‘What’s wrong mate?’ – ‘I don’t like beer anymore…’]