CLIMB a high horse, flexing
WRIST to point an angry finger. Those
LEERY of the blame game are yet
PRONE-if you crowd their patience, crowd their grace.
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Knave
KNAVE, armed with spirit knife, plus raging
NEEDY black hole heart, caved in by never knowing “no”.
SKILL: to be green screen, turning fear and malice into live action.
GLOVEs and masks can stave off germs; but here the cure is a faith we may have lost.
Cavorting
MERRY! frolic we now ‘cross the meadow, say I.
KNOCK me over with feather, you reply,
SHOVE me a bit, but aw shucks is how it plays,
USUAL badinage that warms my days.
Faust in His Lab
AROMA stew in lab whiffs of alchemist’s pursuit,
FIFTH element or philosopher’s stone the quest.
DRIVE for new techne to tame and harness like
YEAST for bakers. Yet Faust aims not for bread.
The Old Man on the Boat
FLUKE of anchor glints back sun from A&R man’s yacht .
VINYL made him, his sense for sound. Digital will now
QUELL his streak. Hip hop bravado will have
TAKEN over songs. He will brood as waves rock the boat.
Least Encumbered Moment
CREST of hill beckons up above, in the air and light beyond,
PRIZE for my labored trek up, begun down-hearted, trailing
MONTH of vexation and scarce attention, yet now,
LEAST encumbered moment, remembering it all can be set aside.
Steer Past
REFIT after nearly scuppered by the ferry,
FAINT wavy blue a bad idea, now color schemed
OVERT–bright orange, with lights and air horn at hand,
KAYAK saying “look at me”, or, rather, “steer past”.
Veni, Creator Spiritus
CLOUD beckoning with dry earth’s relief-yet
THORN will grow alongside stalk and leaf,
REHAB of self is not rebirth,
WHINE tinged voice in future will signal spiritual dearth.
Vary this Vale of Death
FIELD uniform slept in, weapons at hand,
WOKEN to another assault, in unstaunched flow of assault,
BROWN mud everywhere, last tree and shrub smashed,
O, VARY this vale of death, that life might vanquish death!
Over Prescribed
OPIUM-based medicament, over prescribed in greed,
CHOCK to soul’s agency, arresting wheels of life’s motion,
HORDE of the spiraling, compounding suffering with despair,
CYNIC watches cash-in for enslavement, nods: humanity at work.