WOUND came as blow to the shoulder, an alien momentum; he
SWORE, was spun off path into jungle’s thicket. Stumble becomes
ASSET. More shots ring out, he now hidden from view. He looks up:
MANGO, red, lush, hanging from branch above. Then sees blood blossom on his shirt.
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Cloth Trade
CLOTH merchant sets up in the marketplace,
PLUCKs brocades, songkets, chenilles from wrappings.
WALTZ of barter, point, counter-point above stitch and counter-stitch.
BETEL chewers watch, mull mystery: woven treasures having come a thousand leagues.
Strong Verb
‘WOKEN’, Old English still pulses in your shift from ‘wake’,
SCALE of inflection makes you a relic among verbs.
BLUFF their way past you, modern speakers do,
FLING ‘awakened’ about, steer clear of queasy changes in the stem.
No Antidote
DRUID with all his lore, in moment’s distraction tastes
CRUELty of creation’s estate. Fangs sink into arm,
SWELL begins in instant, time stopping on an edge. He watches
SNAKE wriggle away. Sometimes, creation’s dispensary holds poison only, no antidote upon its shelves.
Make it Cool
GLEAM of idea strikes inventors brain.
BLUNT critiques have brought near surrender,
SNIDE jests have robbed his joy. Yet
RETRY he will. Finally make the Segway cool.
Aggrandize
ANNEX more to your domain.
TRACK every win and gain.
CHAFE as limits dim your sun.
MOVIE of you: watchers glad when it’s done.
A Bed for Poppies
CRYPT. Cool marble, dim light. Over the threshold, I see a bright
POPPY field, not hushed, not inward, just alive.
POISEd between the two I know that
FLESH is as grass, and grass fades. But first, grass is a green bed for poppies.
Don’t Stop Now
SHEER cliff descended, pre-positioned kayak retrieved: paddle for it.
DRIER moments soon envied, each breath stokes hope of freedom.
ROWER, sore muscled, with blistered hands, feels he can
CINCH it. Just a few more miles across the bay, before the sun comes up, before alarms sound.
Hollow Cheeks
STIFF upper lips, unsmiling team-what’s left of it-gathered.
PHOTO shows frostbite and hollow cheeks. Still:
DATUM is finally established-until the ice melts.
FRISK them now, you’ll not find a scrap of food, perhaps some scribbled prayers.
Snagged
CRANK thinks backstory gives him Übermensch victim status, like
JOKER or Bane. Plots heist to make his name. His villain prop:
LASSO. In the event, it snags on a lamp post and hauls him to curb,
TOOTH chipped, getaway foiled, jewels rolling in the street.