JUICE, SPRIG, FAITH, PENNE
Month: March 2023
Stranded
ATOLL, stranded chef paces. He’d rather be making
SAUCE. Instead he must
BROOK matters existential. How long can he last? When rescuers arrive, can he yet
CRAWL toward them. Will food ever be a luxury again?
A satirical poem about nuclear armament.
ATOLL absolutely ballin’ spot for thermonuclear explosion.
SAUCE it up with mushroom cloud and radioactive contamination,
BROOK no rivals for Cold War R&D as meanwhile kids
CRAWL under desks to practice surviving the end of the world.
Frustration
CRAWL comes up on Google when I search for Crowl,
A TOLL I have to pay for having a name so close.
I could express outrage and say I’ll BROOK
no further misalignment. But I don’t have the SAUCE.
Atoll Life
ATOLL life is one of ease-
CRAWL out of bed at noon. No need to
BROOK hard work or stress, nor
SAUCE the waning moon.
2023-03-07 words
ATOLL, SAUCE, BROOK, CRAWL
The Gift of Morning
ANNOY!–it seems your vocation. First
FLUSH of dawn, you let loose upon the
ISLET your cock-a-doodle-dooing. We stir
AWAKE, contemplating the gift of morning.
Influencers
ANNOY me with your influencer vibes, why don’t you?
FLUSH with cash from targeted ads, I see you there sprawling on that
ISLET with the yacht in the background and the champagne in the foreground,
AWAKE with the knowledge that you, truly, are influencing.TM
Nightmare
Boy, am I ANNOYed
that every time I FLUSH
the toilet it becomes an isolated ISLET
amidst a vast and smelly sea – until I AWAKE.
[The quality of my writing has gone downhill since I’ve been on holiday.]
Three-Hour Tour
ISLET paradise, off the charts,
FLUSH with sunshine and coconuts,
AWAKEs with a palm-tree shaking scream from an
ANNOYed boat captain.
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