Category: MikeCrowl

Baler

A hay
BALER’s an amazing machine, it
AMAZEs me how spicy it feels to watch it
SEGUE cut or raked crops into block bales;
SPICY the zing that lightnings down my spine.

Humility

Today I saw a golfer tear a STRIP
off his placid, always pleasant CADDY.
Not an inch did the guy BUDGE;
just took it on his manly SHOALders.

Lack of history

ROUGH-voiced he said, ‘I’ll stand in your
STEAD.’ He took the brunt of their abuse,
STOKEd by ideological fires, by those who stand
APART from history and from plain good sense.

Vapid

GLADE is the name of an air freshener.
CRICK in my scent nerves when fresheners used;
MANLY my scent nerves; air freshener vapid, like
PENNE pasta eaten with a sauce that soaks it.

Not quite there yet

PRINT the news that I’ve been
FREED to stand up strong against my foes, to
EQUIP the world from head to toes.
WHACK! What? You gave me a bleeding nose!

[Possibly scraping the bottom of the barrel today...]

Raincoat

WRUNG out the soaked, saturated
RAINY-raincoat, feeling choked, abnegated,
FRAIL and revoked, bifurcated, my
MANIA well and truly at work again.

Repetition

‘CIRCA’ turned up a week ago, so it
STINGs and gives me trauma to use it yet again. My
BELLY, in fact, has churned, like there’s a full-scale
DRAMA in the innards down below.

Hello?

SPOUT forth a much too-friendly
HELLO, a far too-friendly nine
CARAT gold sort of hello, a bland
ADOBE baked brick kind of hello.