Author: Steven Robertson

RAMEN noodle packets scattered by
WOODY veneer paneling the color of
BASTE you put on chicken: keep yourself
STAID and composed as you walk through.

SULLY the luster of the silver and gold,
DYING like the sun at dusk; vows seen as
UTILE manipulations are no longer
ENDOWed with power…or answers.

CLICK the dagger in place; enter the fat tyrant’s
SUITE promising him a private
TONIC for his reign, only to escape through
TOXIC waste as deliverer.

AUDIT the options and find they’re
TAMER than you prefer. One needs some
SWASH to buckle, after all. You’ve tried to
TEACH that lesson for years…

OUTDO belligerence with gentleness;
SHUSH the harsh words within that often
SWIRL around a kindling conflict;
CHIEF among the virtues is love.

AUDIO gets muddled when the
SLIME covers everything like green
MAGMA flowing slowly, like it’s
LUCID and searching everywhere…

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TROVE of burning ruins fell to
TORCH and trebuchets that
SPOON incendiaries over the walls until a
WRACK remains.

CONCH shell trail leads away from the
CROWD, toward the seas and the
THRUM of wind in the sails. The
CHASE for Maui has begun.