PIPER prepares his fife, his
CHEEK as pale as the
WIGHT haunting his waking hours.
VIGOR is as fleeting as his melody.
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Off the record
My
GHOUL-friend’s a bit of an alternative
ALBUM, she’s a long-playing record looping
LOOPY when the blunted needle hits a
STUMP in the track…and jumps.
And he begat…
BEGAT’s a word full-full of life, a
SEIZE-the-day squeezing word, a sharp-in-your-face
GEESE-pecking kind of word, rising-from-the-pit
MINER, black-sooted, grin-shining, the-work-is-over sort of word.
Music phases
ALBUM cover looks like a badly drawn
GHOUL, embodying our modern alienation, something
LOOPY like that.
STUMP me to think how I ever went through that phase.
Polaroids
ALBUM in the mind conjures photos of
GHOUL and angel alike.
LOOPY from remembered adrenaline, the
STUMP of amputated chances still itches.
The Lost
ALBUM in the background, beautiful, serene, but I,
GHOUL, gazing on the yard, scry the unseen in vegetation’s decline,
LOOPY specters and shades superimpose as those lost to me:
STUMP is not a missing tree, but you and my memory of you.
Goose Poop
GEESE looking for pit stop
SEIZE upon the little league outfield which
BEGAT a host of strongly worded parental complaints,
MINER town tough as nails but not for this.
Our Geese Lords
GEESE, fierce seeming, yet in the shadows fiercer. They plan
SEIZE of all. Not from trendy narcissism: utter aggression
BEGAT their plans to take us down. Yearly, the Canada geese grow.
MINERs, gate the mines, our retreat in Age of Geese to come.
New day
SPARK of dawn reveals the
DROSS of dew over the grass. I
CHOKE at the thought that the day will be
SUNNY: death met my friend yesterday.
Sunny Day
SUNNY day invites me to slough off
DROSS of too many hours inside wasted,
SPARK of life and breathing and thinking.
CHOKE off my inertia towards nothingness.