FLAILing against dark bodies, a moment whose dreams will leave me panic-
GAUNT. One moment asleep, the next fighting the unseen.
SMELL the skirmishers, yes, but ours or theirs?
SHONE the light next morning: a third of my brothers missing at roll.
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Pitching Woo
AHEAD might lie defeat or tedium’s drawn-out
GRIND. Yet errant knight will not
HOARD his store of galant charm:
WOOER pitches mandatory woo.
The Great Taboo
HYENAs—cynics, rather, circle laughing over power’s triumph,
HOVER beyond light’s edge, waiting for weakening hope to perish.
AMEND preying ways? Never! Yet, a mighty one descends to break
TABOO: power laid down can overcome the scoffing strong.
Joy to the World
PUPAL, Chrysalis state rather, now fulfilled by humble birth.
UNDUE any restraint–all is transformed, and exaltation owed.
FUGUE had run to dissonance, now toward harmony begins to mend.
GRAPH, a sign, a Word, truth and grace made flesh today.
Noble Gas
INERT or noble gas, so-called for aloof sufficiency.
HUNCH: the Greeks or Buddhists affected naming.
OUGHT non-connection, non-involvement be deemed noble?
UNDER suffering’s duress, monads beckon serenely—serene as the void.
The Lost, pt. 2
PIPER on stereo entoning Scotland the Brave; where is my courage?
WIGHT still shimmers by the stump in the yard. Rubbing my
CHEEK, I feel warmth. Yet, stump is frozen, your life, your
VIGOR hidden above. I await the great thaw.
This is a continuation of my post from yesterday.
The Lost
ALBUM in the background, beautiful, serene, but I,
GHOUL, gazing on the yard, scry the unseen in vegetation’s decline,
LOOPY specters and shades superimpose as those lost to me:
STUMP is not a missing tree, but you and my memory of you.
Our Geese Lords
GEESE, fierce seeming, yet in the shadows fiercer. They plan
SEIZE of all. Not from trendy narcissism: utter aggression
BEGAT their plans to take us down. Yearly, the Canada geese grow.
MINERs, gate the mines, our retreat in Age of Geese to come.
Light beckons
SUNNY day, enough sleep, reasonable tasks,
DROSS of life remote, ghosts and demons at bay.
SPARK, beauty, lift up, joy, flow over, love, this day.
CHOKE will soon enough broken streets, hurt and hurting people, my own defaults.
Harold in Italy
SHEIK, perhaps of Araby, learned, versed, brings out
VIOLA for an air. Thoughts meander:
LEGAL tangles of his village. Trying to lead wisely makes him
ITCHY. Sweet notes may calm. Time for Berlioz, Harold in Italy.