TOOTHy grin while scheming big.
SKULK around the hose, fill balloon after balloon. Then,
BRISK walk into house and up the stairs, the bin
SLOSHing all the way. Brother’s back in 20. The look on his face, when he comes up the driveway.
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Sweltery Night
SCALDing evening, in a boiling summer.
TABBY sprawled on the vent, but AC conked out.
STYLE of a sweltery night: taking cold baths, and hoping more than a
TEASE comes through the window at midnight: my sweaty kingdom for a breeze.
Dangerous dancing
I broke my ELBOW
doing the LIMBO. I
need to REVUE my
rhythm and stick TO TEMpo.
Some people will never…
I TEASE our long, sleek, sleepy
TABBY with the excess of creeping
STYLE learned from long years of sneaking up on her. I
SCALD my hand with the newly-made coffee when she reacts.
[I can’t keep up with the continual quartets of words – they keep on coming in spite of my best efforts..!]
Dueling Imaginations
LIMBO, old invention to help theodicy along, seeing
REVUE of souls passing before anxious inward eyes.
TOTEM and taboo—so, Freud might analyze prior belief, throwing
ELBOW of modernist at prior imagination, in favor of his own.
Will Shakspere
BALER: perhaps an attempt at dance, or boat rescue?
SCORN for orthographic flexibility reduces play,
FETID precision replacing ludic life where the Bard might
POST to his blog under a dozen different variants on his name.
Brewlettante
GODLY is next to cleanly, or is that reversed?
LAGER is a beer that takes time.
STEEL wool is what he uses to clean the vats.
GROWLs to himself to try to keep things clean to start another batch.
The landlord inspects
CROSS is how I’d describe myself, looking at the apartment:
STAINs down the walls that haven’t come from any natural process;
TATTY wallpaper – last time I checked it was intact – and the
MOULT of some unfortunate bird left to die in a stinking cage.
Numbers 21, not in Bronze
CROSS beam holds snake looking mangled.
MOULT the least of its injuries.
STAIN of snake blood seeping down
TATTY pole. Look and be set free.
Massacre
Around the time Jesus was born, those mothers who had given BIRTH
to boys of a similar age, saw their precious darlings SLAIN
by Herod, the supposed Great, a man jealous of power, but not hot
on ETHICs;
when it comes to power, corruption seeps in, and makes all vile men ALIKE.
Kings Closet, Windsor Castle
[So graphic was the original painting that many of the slaughtered children were painted over in the early 17th century so that they appear as bundles, or food on the ground, or even animals. The alterations have been left in subsequent cleanings since they are now regarded as ‘historically significant,’ though they reduce the impact of the original considerably. Notes from the Royal Collection Trust.]