PUPAL under the earth doesn’t like
UNDUE attention, waiting for springtime.
FUGUE in my own self-awareness, waiting for the new:
GRAPH me somewhere on the bell curve of self-doubting.
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Inertia
INERT on my couch with beer and Pringles I have a
HUNCH I had something important to do today, I
OUGHT to check my calendar but it’s
UNDER that stack of unopened mail, and I can’t even.
The Funeral
PIPER does his duty where
WIGHT might prowl,
CHEEK filling then exhaling with
VIGOR as mourners listen, remembering.
Music phases
ALBUM cover looks like a badly drawn
GHOUL, embodying our modern alienation, something
LOOPY like that.
STUMP me to think how I ever went through that phase.
Goose Poop
GEESE looking for pit stop
SEIZE upon the little league outfield which
BEGAT a host of strongly worded parental complaints,
MINER town tough as nails but not for this.
Sunny Day
SUNNY day invites me to slough off
DROSS of too many hours inside wasted,
SPARK of life and breathing and thinking.
CHOKE off my inertia towards nothingness.