TOXIC or not, proclamations must go out.
SOLVE implied problems yourselves, Romans!
ALBUM, white canvas for the news that will
GRAZE the awareness of your days, for good or ill.
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Xenophobia
Elfin features much despised
Bevel of the ears, tilt of the eyes
Clink of chains, echoing desolate ‘cross a
Beach, littered with dreams and dross
Summer Day
CLINKing tumblered picnic basket,
BEACH beckoning, day spreading out,
BEVEL of sand down to water’s edge
ELFIN summer moment: creation rests.
Construction worker on vacation
CLINK, the seashells fall into the jar,
BEACH toys and Coronas replace
BEVEL and cooler water on this
ELFIN getaway with the kids.
What book shall I write?
Maybe a cook book set in a sassy, SAUCY
kitchen, where a unwitting PEACH
will be, via a hand much SURER
than mine, of its skin STRIPped.
Sinusitis
SWORD in my forehead–it
REFERs me to Romans and creation’s groans, the
GUILD of sinus sufferers and I joining in. In the new heavens,
NASAL passages will not block.
Lovers’ tiff?
‘Hang it all, that makes me ANGRY.
Surely even you must be AWARE
that a stone’s value is known by its CARAT.
Plainly there is an infinite CHASM
of understanding between us; you a CHARD,
a plain green vegetable; me a CHILI
full of fire, tied to Reason as a CLEAT,
always, always ready and EAGER
for further knowledge, a star-GAZER,
no slave at… Continue reading Lovers’ tiff?
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BLAND, gray is the landscape;
DUSTY the car, the gravel roads.
FRUIT in the passing orchards,
LAYER on layer, has that tint of the
LOWLY, like men rising, who are
MINERs, from the pit at day’s end.
QUOTH my friend, sweating, ‘The
SCRUB ahead seems a sweet place to
SLEEP, to make camp. Open. Clear. My
SNOUT finds it out. I take my
STAND upon… Continue reading Write your own story
Not being hunted
TAMER days for the boar are for a slow forest meander,
SNOUTing for truffle, trotting into glades.
BLAND is good, the scent of pine and quiet in the round.
SLEEP in thickets, and only occasionally dream of the dogs.
Too big…
‘ALTAR my suit, tailor. It’s too big around the
CHEST.’ ‘I can alter it, sir, make you look like Walter
DRAKE. Would that
DROOP your demeanour or
ELATE you?’ ‘Don’t be daft, man. I have to
EMCEE an important conference and I can’t look like a
FISH, You know, a fish about to
FLAIL around in something far too big for it.’… Continue reading Too big…