Category: ohthatwright

HARRY me with words for DQP such as
COLON? Tis like Delilah’s
SHEARs: My imagination’s strength fails me, not even
LARVAL now, no longer dreaming of a future of flight.

ULCER, from too much stress.
APNEA, from pounds put on by too much
CANDY, from too much craving.
ADULT life is not simple–the weight of all our choices drags us down.

CLONEd thoughts, skin deep, high on
SKUNK weed, drunk on surfaces,
SWEPT along by Zeitgeist,
SASSY to the max in the Age of Attitude.

TRACT: in black and white, beliefs simplified to black and white.
PREEN, proclaim a perspicacity possessed by none.
BUDGE? Never. The self is the self’s proclamation, a self heedless of
SNARE posed by opinion bent into worship.

HONEYed words and
CYNIC’s thoughts
DAUNT: is there good faith? Or is it all the
CHIRP, the social payload, barbed wire between us and our neighbors.

CRYPTic visions as he stands in corner,
DUNCE capped, and held of no account:
WHEEL will turn. One day. He will be known as
NOBLE. Except in this town, to these classmates.

PRINT. What he said, the
VICAR, that God has laws, is portrayed as a
GAFFE. He had also said that God is loving. but laws do not s’il leur
PLAIT. God is only permitted to be one thing.

PUSHY–I grow more so.
GRIPEs–I have more than before.
BLOAT–it besets me. The more my
ASSETs grow, the less content I am.

TOOTHy grin while scheming big.
SKULK around the hose, fill balloon after balloon. Then,
BRISK walk into house and up the stairs, the bin
SLOSHing all the way. Brother’s back in 20. The look on his face, when he comes up the driveway.

SCALDing evening, in a boiling summer.
TABBY sprawled on the vent, but AC conked out.
STYLE of a sweltery night: taking cold baths, and hoping more than a
TEASE comes through the window at midnight: my sweaty kingdom for a breeze.