Category: ohthatwright

LOUSE thinks it’s wood thrush, to the bird
MANOR born, practicing micro song all day long,
RAJAH hears nothing, busy inventing spherical coordinates, about to add
THETA to the definition-but first, there’s an itch to scratch.

SEIZEd me the nervous fragments, a jjittered pulsing,
BEGAN racing in my mind, breakers tumbling my attention over,
ImPEACHment of a stable sense of me:
ANGST, eater of lives. Appeal to One: remember for me the thread through my tale.

GROAN as I see the pigeons on the ledge again.
SCARE them? They’ll fly away, yet be back in minutes.
FECAL adornment outside my window is so gross.
CLANK! I wrangle the steam cleaner to sanitize the ledge.

AUDIO, digital, streaming, or otherwise, has
DEALT me blows and also so much joy.
CHARTs, though I subscribe to measurement, landing in
INBOX, have not the magic to stir my soul.

FRUIT salad-should it have marshmallows?-instinct from bygone decade,
FERAL current of generational change introduces new instinct:
LATTE, the liturgical stop for coffee.
EQUAL instincts? Who knows? Each wellspring is opaque, save marketing’s role.

BERET:
CATTYwampus and fluorescent pink. Parka:
PUFFY, flashy, clashy orange. Kid’s got moxie, flair,
SPUNK-makes a splash. Zowie!

LOWLY custodian, mopping late. Did he just see-a
GHOST? Scrambles through hallways, staggers outside just as
BLAZE of evening sun rests its weight down,
BAYOU catching crimson fire through the trees: his heart has no wall between fear and awe.

DRYLY assess growing gut.
SPANK, singular of Spanx, maybe the one spank will be enough?
KNOCK it, but gotta do something. It’s either the spank or
PUREE of celery and rice cakes for the next half year.