ENJOY the mirror’s reproduction. What there stood as
SPOOF, we could bear, discern as truth: Our
NASTY nature, its grubbing drives, hasty casting off of every good.
DEALT at remove, we laugh. Yet, it’s the air we breathe, aloof.
Month: March 2023
2023-03-10 words
ENJOY, SPOOF, NASTY, DEALT
It’s all connected!
DROLL. The twitch in my eye seems to be the result of the dentist grinding on my
MOLAR. (My grinder ground.)
OPTICally odd. How does that intermittent drilling
MARRY up with a continual twitching?
Prufrock has Toothache
MOLAR pain. Prufrock, pondering again whether to propose, to
MARRY, but can’t think straight for pain. Will there be time enough? Or will time, a cat, slink away like coiling smoke into the night,
OPTIC trace decaying in the fading light? Pain, held at bay with
DROLL musings, unspoken to his peers. Pain, and droll, and fear: does… Continue reading Prufrock has Toothache
Root Canal
MOLAR more painful than yesterday? Maybe.
MARRY thoughts of dental torture with playing hooky,
OPTICs that no one will see through as my
DROLL dentist makes jokes about drilling into nerve endings.
2023-03-09 words
MOLAR, MARRY, OPTIC, DROLL
I’ve been better, thanks
FAITH sprigs eternal; JUICE a moment, it’s
hope that springs. I misPENNEd that.
Just as SPRIGs isn’t springs and
JUICE is just. Blame it on a stuffed up nose.
Stranded 2
JUICE. His parched dreams are jumble of guava, berries, citrus.
SPRIG of negligible shrub, its fibrous leaves make for lunch.
FAITH in a rescue at times waxes, mostly wanes. He fantasizes simple fare:
PENNE pasta in an Arrabbiata sauce.
Hyssop
FAITH never lay in the
SPRIG of hyssop dripping with gore wrung like
JUICE from an orange. It lies in the pages of a book whose
PEN NEver faltered or smeared, but likewise written in innocent blood.
Cerulean
ATOLL in a cerulean bowl will
BROOK no rivals for beauty; sand and sea like
SAUCE on a Michelin-starred dish you’d
CRAWL over broken glass to taste.