TOUCH me, and my flesh begins to
BURST. In the room I hear a
CREAK – it’s my heart, tip-toeing.
RADIO static is the sound in my head.
Month: October 2022
The Last Radio
RADIO still has power in the skyscraper basement,
BURST of squeals sometimes breaks the static.
TOUCH of surfaces grimes fingers, no cleaning for years.
CREAK of anything here makes you pray it’s only a rat.
Broadcast
BURST of signal and noise–
RADIO waves turned into audio–
TOUCH the dials to clear the static, but
CREAK of voice undeterred.
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2022-10-26 words
RADIO, BURST, TOUCH, CREAK
Opaque Providence
SPORE, borne millennia through ether, lands on planet.
DEITY has deeper purpose, but eye sees only germination,
MANGA frame’s worth of an alien species uncoiling,
SNOOP all you like: purpose is only for spirit to see.
Another Year, Hour, Second
SNOOP around the shadowed corners last seen by
DEITY alone, find the dust and mold and
SPOREs of brokenness thriving in the dark:
MAN GAmbling on another year, hour, second.
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2022-10-25 words
SPORE, DEITY, MANGE, SNOOP
Annual bath
The slightly illiterate stable boy celebrates a once-a-year event…
TUMORrow I’ll do the washing. The
SLIMY, stinky, mud-covered
TUNIC will be first. Then I’ll wash the
STRAW out of my hair.
Large Animal Practice
SLIMY detritus strewn about,
TUNIC more than mussed,
TUMOR excised. Vet grimly satisfied.
STRAW on floor much the worse for wear.
Pyrrhic Philistine Victory
STRAW for the oxen that will carry this relic, golden
TUMORs to appease this foreign god and remove his
SLIMY pestilence from our town–relief will feel like a fresh
TUNIC compared to the plagues we’ve had from him.
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