CRUDE cabin, few comforts- save for
LAYERs adding padding;
AMBER sparks, crackling embers;
DITTY strummed on an old guitar
Month: February 2023
Amberthal
AMBERthal, the name of the find. Caveman encased in largest
LAYER of tree sap ever seen. Some think him lucky. Could have been
CRUDE tar pit that got him. Or a saber tooth. Was he humming a
DITTY when resin blobbed from above? Or contemplating abstract fate?
Forgetfulness
DITTY ditty bang bang, I’m told, isn’t the proper title;
AMBER was forever, but isn’t Forever Amber anymore;
LAYER my burden down seems to have acquired an extra syllable; but CRUDE Oil Blues is the true blue genuine thing. To sing.
Could and Should
CRUDE materials refined by bleeding-edge technology;
LAYER of secrecy on top of a layer of arrogance:
AMBER mined to reverse extinction while a
DITTY by John Williams swells in the background.
2023-02-27 words
AMBER, LAYER, CRUDE, DITTY
Fight Night
CIVIC arena, fight night, a fidgety crowd fizzing perhaps for
KO A LA Joe Louis, or twelve bruising rounds. What they want
STINTs mildness, stints meekness. They want Mars,
RARER deity of the tamer now, to restore warriors vying for glory.
Some people get all the fun
A
STINT – me being short and chubby – in the somewhat tight
KOALA costume, gives me cramps, and what is
RARER, a frightening backache, and though this is, too, my
CIVIC duty, I’d much prefer to hop around as a kangaroo.
Evel Can’t-evel
STINT as daredevil driver cut short by two things:
CIVIC with a bad transmission, and an even
RARER sight: a grown man white-knuckling the railing like a
KOALA hanging on a eucalyptus tree.
2023-02-26 words
CIVIC, KOALA, STINT, RARER
Wise fool
I’m the OMEGA cadet, canny, hiding at the end;
Always wore the CONIC hat at school, but here no fool,
I’m CANNY, I know the ropes, I hold no hopes of being the
brave CADET, courageous – but I’ll be still standing when the others fall.