URINE trickles away, yet not regret, as I lean on prickly
HEDGE. I can’t go on like this. Dizzy head craning up to sky, I find it:
NORTH star above—even drunk, I can plot the dipper’s handle.
LASSO me, Polaris, a stable place from which to change.
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The Sacred River Ralph
RALPH along the bank staked claim for gold and named the river Ralph.
INGOTs, not names of rivers, shone upon golden ingots to his imagination,
COVET so much a thing it becomes all: Ralph saw only gold.
AMITY never took hold along the river Ralph.
Joy, Divine Spark
BRAKE, gloom and cease: grey mood release!
AORTA ferrying air to every cell, carry forward joy as well.
OPERA or chorale now sound of many strands one chord in beauty crowned.
HASTY claim of fate’s iron law, replaced by free and wondering awe.
Underneath the words
WORDY me, gab my way through every turning.
ORDER, grace must run in depths beneath shallow speech.
SCOFF. Condemn. These beckon, false channels for words to wend.
SPOOL of grace, unwind a thicker strand to thread me past my gift of gab.
Longing for Spring
FLUFF of dandelions, floating over meadows, in my dream.
REARM yourself, creation, at springtide rise!
WEEDY shore bank in my mind, green and flowered,
BROOK whispering by under a sun that warms. When?
Her song comes on the radio
SONIC spark: the radio starts the song, filling the
SHACK–that plus radio are her capital. She often dreams of
CABIN life, several rooms, maybe a TV. But this is her song!
BROOM caught up, she dances across the packed dirt floor.
How to measure progress?
VOILA, brave new world at my command in one device.
SILLY pursuits easier now, along with serious, perhaps.
AWAKE at night, chasing rabbit trails on a glowing screen.
PHONE, oh such potential! But soul, you struggle to deliver.
Mish Mash
EPOXY, superlative substance of stick,
TORUS, shape that sounds so svelte,
THOSE are premium for purposed prose,
CANNY in their usual use. Yet, weird in poem’s lines.
Vigil
VIGIL at the sickbed, weary drifting up the prayers.
SERUM, final, fragile hope, a life to coax and death arrest.
VAPID flit some thoughts unwelcome, lift up gaze for help:
CRANE, through glass, above the bay, lonely crosses sky.
Abduction from the Seraglio
CLACK! Belmonte and Pedrillo freeze so still as ladder clatters:
CRIME, if they are caught, cannot express how severe the indictment.
GENRE? Singspiel, opera, or proto-musical, if it matters.
HAREM, awful fate! Free Constanze and Blonde from this enfrightment.