Usurper has the City

USURPer has the city, rear guard flees hilltop via
GORGE under night’s protection. By dawn some will be far enough,
HAVEN reachable for the uninjured.
CANAL full of bodies a grim memory they carry with them.

What Now

STALK fulfillment’s dream down dusty
TRACK, winding into hollow canyons.
GAUZE of leaden sky above as I try to find myself–then
CHAFE when I do, yet nothing has changed.

A Beauty Never Seen

PURSE for us both, if through Bialowieza forest you
GUIDE me, winding past oaks into deepest glade dwelling of the one
DAISY, Bellis perennis aurea, which blooms with golden
FLAIR, but only ever for plundering hearts, immune to its beauty.

Crony Vision

CRONY vision: spoils for me and mine,
CLEAN hands are hands I call clean.
REGAL is what a king can seize and grasp,
HASTY minds speak of truth: suckers.

Stave off Meeting Blahs

PEDAL the last yards, swerving into
ALLEY–fumble, gasping, for garage key, hang bike from hook.
EMBED now the memory of the ten mile adventure,
TRUMPing every dead meeting moment that lies ahead.

Dough!

TOUGH H. Simpson finally closes the valve,
DYING klaxon alarm tails off.
PLUME of radioactivity over Springfield averted:
DOUGH!

Separated by a Common Tongue

A SCOT from the lowlands, hired in no-show’s stead,
FEIGNs calm, opens the one door of little highlands school,
CHALK and other supplies–he’s walked it all from the station four miles back.
EAGER kids greet him: each other’s accents barely decipherable.