DEVIL, MURAL, SNEAK, LEGGY
Month: September 2022
Gossip
GLAZE over, mine eyes, while my heart grows
FLINT. That others should choose to
STOOP to such tongue-wrenching
ABUSE is no reason for me to join them.
Schliemann Need Not Apply
GLAZE catches eyes on pot shards in current stratum,
FLINT and microliths wait at deeper levels,
STOOPed volunteers brush and catalog, will for years.
ABUSE kept at bay, this dig is by the numbers.
Poor in Spirit
ABUSE and injustice’s victims find no
FLINT-hard heart in heaven, no
GLAZEd eyes dimmed by indifference, unwilling to
STOOP for the poor in spirit.
See more at Notes by Steven.
2022-09-07 words
GLAZE, FLINT, STOOP, ABUSE
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.
Nineteen
TACIT truths still sing and
WRING every drop of glory that
DWELLs in this world
TODAY.
See more at Notes by Steven.
2022-09-06 words
TODAY, DWELL, WRING, TACIT
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…’]