CHASM like Leviathan’s maw below, the only
AUDIO the echoes of my jackhammer heartbeat.
ANODE to cathode, leap like a spark, I told myself. Then I
BEGAN the countdown.
Author: Steven Robertson
Foiled
COBRA staff in hand, ready to
SHANK that Ali Ababwa and take that
PIXIE from the sultan for myself, but
RAJAH the tiger was unaccounted for.
Tryst
TRYST evidence in abundance:
MOUND of disheveled sheets,
SPREE of food and drink laced with the
SERUM of self.
Vassal
BOSSY hands conducting a circular cacophonous symphony.
BLOCK out the noise if you can, and make the
CLOCK your servant rather than your
LIEGE.
Unexpected(ly better)
LOWER the gurney gently, faithful
UNION of porters; all five hearts receive a
FLOOD of unchecked mercy and invitations to
PARTY with the Host.
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WHERE the battle is joined,
RIDER and horse rush and roar,
AGLOW with that red fervor and vision that
PASTE the valiant to their posts.
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MIDGE clouds bring eerie dusk to midday:
GRAVE clothes for the land with
JUICY host-blood to beckon them.
PLUCK them from clothes before they reach skin.
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LORRY drivers from many countries
GNASH their teeth as the vultures
SWOOP over the roads that
EXIST as their buffet lines.