ludic verbosity for the win
CRUEL words, a given of life, but uneasy input to a poem.
LIVID comes next, adding to oppressive sense. Cruelty and anger,
SPIED at remove, or experienced up close, or inflicted,
BLEND into malaise. Where is peace, where joy, who can establish them?
Note: still behind a day.
VERGE, CAMEL, PUTTY, GRASS
My VISOR has lost a RIVET –
CEASE your warfare till I’m AFOOT again.
It’s CRUEL to attack when my blood BLENDs
with the LIVID scars you’ve SPIED from previous battles.
CRUEL season when we were all
LIVID with THOSE OTHER PEOPLE and
SPIED out their nauseous social media declarations, toxic
BLEND of self righteousness, scorn, and fear.
RIVETs on the armored wagon finished, he flips up the welding
VISOR. He wants a cigar. War gear he can fashion. But tobacco?
CEASEless forging of weaponry needs iron and fire, stable across much time: war is always
AFOOT. But plants a continent over? More than smithing is involved.
Note: I was behind a day. Now I want to re-read https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Connecticut_Yankee_in_King_Arthur%27s_Court
CRUEL, LIVID, SPIED, BLEND
RIVET, VISOR, CEASE, AFOOT
COVEY in a pear tree makes a
BREAK for other climes,
AWASH in hope that this year a true love can’t
STALK them the first day of Christmas.
COVEY of disciples uses the confusion,
BREAKs away from the hill,
AWASH in numb shock. Surely, the adversary
STALKs them–they will be next. They do not yet realize the victory won.
I could never get past the third or fourth of COVEY’s
seven habits. After my mind and psyche were AWASH
with all the highly effective people’S TALK,
I, being highly ineffective, had to take a BREAK.