UNITY of sign and sense, he reads on, in settling
GLOOM, treatise on skeletal anatomy.
TROPE of scholar spending his sight on mental quest-
LEMUR?! Who has a lemur in their leg?
Author: David Wright
Topgallant Royal
LOFTY perch, topgallant royal, sea at every horizon,
FEIGN stoic, yet feel all thrill, fear, wonder,
CHEST below with unread books, I read this height, this view.
BERTH is only for sleep: my heart dwells here.
Cherish All
ARTSY: pretense of person or society’s dread at creativity?
UNDID we high school typology, truly beholding beholders, could be
LE[A]NT new beauty to seekers of beauty? Let difference surpass wilful difference?
AMEND! Plead to cherish all, the same and the different.
The Two Ways
SHAKY grasp on the two ways:
PSALM One’s rooted tree, drinking delight or rootless chaff, dry carried away.
BELLE senses truth, yet finds in glamor a delight that pulls her into the wind.
STAGE glory: who seeks a rooted place, when role can be had to dazzle?
Running on Nerves
SERVE on helpdesk frontlines, lunch late to grab
FILLY cheesesteak, add mayo–my choice. Hectic in
CLOSE of my buzzing mind, users’ nerves and mine. Try stray, peaceful thoughts.
AROMA of peppers lingers when I’m back. All else today smells of adrenaline.
The Veil of Night
THROB and thrum of party carries on evening air.
COYLY, night withholds its message; instead
ENSUEs variety: many sleep, some make love, some fret, some few slink.
ABOVE, eyes needing no light trace a story we cannot see through the dark.
Hodgepodge 3, Homage to Piggy
ATTIC: top of a house in Athens, doubly denoted,
EBONY: and ivory living in perfect harmony on my piano,
STAFF: You. Cannot. Pass! Thunk.
CONCH: Oh, Piggy-crushed by the woe of a fallen world.
Dragon on Stilts
ANGLE on life: carefree and playful, Grab
CIGAR from humidor, then up onto, one hop,
STILTs, in TRex costume, all swooshy step.
CAPER! Littlest kids will recall a dragon’s strut.
Watery Heist
HEIST Neptune’s treasury? Perhaps. Yet thief must
DROWN, descend to depths past light, past
ALGAE, steal the sunken horde, ascend hoping
BELLE, lady of the reef, deigns a kiss for his revival. Then he must quit the sea, never turn his back on a trident.
A Bit of Form
SNEAK a rhyme in there on the sly,
OTHERs thought you wouldn’t try:
VERSE for you is free, form organic,
BADGE for having formalled, sans panic.