Whackamole

WHACK a mole, ineffably great mishear and misspell, the
PRINTed ‘guacamole’ on menu unremarked for years,
FREED, finally, posting foodie pics and someone
[E]QUIPs ‘orthographical genius’.

Frail Polis

FRAIL polis survives another contest,
MANIA may be waning, but also vitality:
WRUNG out, spent, knife edged poised:
RAINY days so long now, do we remember the sun?

Story’s flaw

STING of salty tears, remembering:
CIRCA 25, starting to realize the great limits,
DRAMA’s tragic seam, story’s flaw, is who I am.
BELLY for all this waned, then. Yet grace is deep enough.

Secret Rituals

MASON makes an old, strange gesture, imaging
REIGN of some kind. Shared ritual does its job to
UNIFY. But the secrecy that makes one wonder-off
LEASH where might this lead?

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CARAT-heavy, glint of polished facet.
ADOBE clicked, image saved with sexy palette,
HELLO you dupes, prepare to yearn,
SPOUT we fancies to your id’s unquiet churn.

Scout Misplaced

STEED lathered, riding toward the battle.
CLASH sounds up ahead through the trees,
SCOUT, I, when the din kicked up, watching
INLET where we thought they’d arrive. How misjudged.

Dough Re Mi

DOUGH! A deer, a female deer,
SPORTs, gambols, frolics, cavorts about,
GRACE charged. Should join multiple
CIRCA. Would be star of all the shows.