SPLAT, drone note of my life’s score.
SAVVY, tempo sometime signals upswing.
MORON, unwelcome annotation.
DROSS, common in this composition. Yet some notes true.
Author: David Wright
A Brief Together While
FARCE of common good and common life: to count a person’s
WORTH in currency of culture’s wars. The tribes
BARGE in, dragoon troops, demand oaths.
THERE is a greater mode: of shared delight; for this brief together while, we all live.
Whither?
PASTE a print with ravishing colors; it cannot rival the true scene, sky and clouds
AGLOW. Rising sun streams out beauty, as at the dawn of creation.
RIDER pauses to behold and thinks:
WHERE do I go from here?
We, the Living
PLUCK wildflowers for the visit.
GRAVE stone still declaring final date.
MIDGE bites my arm. We, the living:
JUICY prey for pangs of grief.
The Social Network
LATER generations might miss its role, obscured by form:
SALON, early social network, proto strewer of high
GRADE untruths. Yet also: a mimetic source to spread
MIRTH, witty contagion countering human gloom.
Reflexes
LORRY, if suddenly coming at you, soon to
GNASH you into a wall, like angry teeth, one fell
SWOOP—don’t ask “why not a truck?”
EXIST! Evade! No time to muse on dialects.
An Odd Fish
COWER in kitchen till last moment, forced to serve calamity:
TURBO, misspelled fish adrift on chef’s menu. Shaking proffer to
DUCHY’s puffed up Duke, grown splenetic, long time since famous
PARKA worn in expedition, when he worked for the attention sought.
Unjade me
COVER now the weariness of later years.
MORPH to a child. Behold the new with wonder!
TWIRL for no reason: motion, recent option, is delight.
REFER back. Can I replenish, bring forward joy?
Homo Mortifer
GAUNT cannoneers move to deadly choreography,
EXERT their all in deadly trance, keep throwing
GRAPE at enemy ships. Of all engaged, they lose a
THIRD—born to a race that sheds blood on land, in sky, at sea.
Pie: Culinary Constant
ALLAY that downcast mood with apple pie.
CRUST is flaky, Granny Smith so tart in center.
QUITE true that much is grim, but pie’s got splendor!
CLICK and doom scroll, why? Let’s have some pie.