CRAZEd and painted young people raising Cain at the
LUNAR eclipse; why Cain, long dead, needs raising by
YOUTH as a zombie is anybody’s guess; in their defence
maybe most of their brains are short of a few PENCE?
The old man looks on…
Month: January 2024
On the Train
APPLE munching traveler gazes on passing lands,
TRAIN window could almost be a portal. The gothic
ABBEY, quickly passed, weaves its
SPELL: what if the tracks went back in time?
Up in Smoke
PERCH of hiding child in a tree, watching
FIEND set the house alight, fiend whom the neighborhood then
THREW a fete, and whom they struck a
MEDAL. Some villages celebrate their crimes.
Mottled meaning
MEDAL stuck firmly in place over my heart, I
THREW a delightfully witty bon mot at my mate. The
FIEND, he threw another back and nearly knocked me off my PERCH!
The Good Life
SCOOP of sherbet first, then go repose,
RELAX, settle back in hammock.
LAYER on the good life! Smile a smile of
TEETH whiter than when you were born. Wealth! Looks! Leisure!
The joys of retirement in old age
Out my from mouth go the false TEETH,
into my my bedroom I waltz, SCOOP
up my body into my bed and
LAYER the sheet, duvet, above me, feet unto snout, RELAX.
An Adventure
SMELT the snake in the cave more than saw,
VENOM? Wouldn’t know. Snake’s enough for fear.
SMALLness of me, one bite and they’ll find my bones here. A
CHECK on adventure: when real, the stakes are high.
Barely discernible
CHEEK to cheek with a sleek snake, I
SMELT something few can smell: its
VENOM. The smell might be called weak,
SMALL, in the scale of things, even pip-squeak.
Nantucket
BAWDY drunk singing bawdy songs traipsing past the camp.
SCOUTs don’t know: laugh or disapprove, so gaze into their
COCOA around the fire. The moment, now a funny
SPECK, will grow in telling, what the tramp sang ever fouler on recall.
Poe Poem
TONAL midnight Poe poem:
RAVEN cawings, rustling winds, creaking hinges.
CURVE of moon a ghost ember in bleak December sky
DECAL this all on the brain for life’s supply of shuddering memory.