Author: Steven Robertson

AID ERrant knight Roland, for ka is a
WHEEL, and Jericho Hill gives way to a new
VISTA: the desert. Then hope and love
RIPEN with the advent of Jake.

DRIER, at least, from the dust clouds at canyon bottom and
PRIVY to the location of the
NINTH cache of explosives
CAN DYnamically alter the outcome. Next time.

NURSE approaches with news; I
LEARN a shot is necessary. Little
BITTY needle, I’m assured.
CRUDE language shakes the windows when I see it.

SUAVE self-appointed parliamentarian armed with
BYLAW and point of order and motion;
PASTY, sweaty, and pale when the meeting ends in the
BLINK of an eye.

SHORT equations expecting numbers, but
KAPPA and x, theta and y are all that’s there.
HARSH results in red ink offer only a
SOBERing ride home.

SLYLY promising, yet
HARSH is the delivery––the
RATIO of expectation and reality:
LADEN with a shoulder-bending burden.

SURLY brutes who lack a soft
TOUCH: bulls in china shops that
WREAK destruction all about.
”SORRY” has to be more than verbal.

SEIZE and grasp, the
ETHOS of the now, seems
VALID under the sun, but it will
ABASE those in its thrall.

HERON-like
DANDY disdainfully struts among the
SHEEP. But who really is out of
PLACE?