Month: November 2022

Baler

A hay
BALER’s an amazing machine, it
AMAZEs me how spicy it feels to watch it
SEGUE cut or raked crops into block bales;
SPICY the zing that lightnings down my spine.

I Dance In My Imagination

BALER: almost Spanish for dance, evokes kinesis which
AMAZEs; body become poem in space and time,
SPICY every step, nothing bland, all fluid motion,
SEGUE now to me on couch, tired, shlubby–aging as I write this.

Humility

Today I saw a golfer tear a STRIP
off his placid, always pleasant CADDY.
Not an inch did the guy BUDGE;
just took it on his manly SHOALders.

Bask

CADDY wheezes to a stop on crest of hill, disembarks a picnic.
SHOALs spread out beyond, rippled by spring wind.
BUDGEt has cratered, car is dying, family’s fortunes
STRIPped; they can yet bask in view and sun.

Lack of history

ROUGH-voiced he said, ‘I’ll stand in your
STEAD.’ He took the brunt of their abuse,
STOKEd by ideological fires, by those who stand
APART from history and from plain good sense.

Vapid

GLADE is the name of an air freshener.
CRICK in my scent nerves when fresheners used;
MANLY my scent nerves; air freshener vapid, like
PENNE pasta eaten with a sauce that soaks it.