SUNNY day, enough sleep, reasonable tasks,
DROSS of life remote, ghosts and demons at bay.
SPARK, beauty, lift up, joy, flow over, love, this day.
CHOKE will soon enough broken streets, hurt and hurting people, my own defaults.
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Harold in Italy
SHEIK, perhaps of Araby, learned, versed, brings out
VIOLA for an air. Thoughts meander:
LEGAL tangles of his village. Trying to lead wisely makes him
ITCHY. Sweet notes may calm. Time for Berlioz, Harold in Italy.
End Game
QUEEN to the top row signals end game:
BEGET now of history’s tides a great closing.
LEASE on moment, on circumstance, on the known is so short,
QUAKEs the rule. Pockets of calm will be someone’s golden age centuries from now.
Change-proof
AGILE minds twist, dodge, weave, even as conviction seeks to seize.
DETER demands of change: most human trait.
ADMIT not what might force the climb down, the apology, the review, the realization.
VALID, we might admit of other arguments, but true, if we hold it not?
Grim
‘He’s a
GONER, you can tell by the crack in his
SKULL, the slit in his throat, and the
TYING of his neck to the ceiling. Want to make a proper
AUDIT?’
My first attempt today was a GONER.
Violent, and a nasty piece to come out of my SKULL.
Plainly my imagination needs an AUDIT,
Fingers need control when I’m TYING (er, typing).
Silly lines
JIFFY—a jot more than a flash. Say alphabet in Greek:
THETA arrives in jiffy, right where Brits have an haitch.
SCAMP steals the i from scampi, tosses it to line 1 as jot.
ACTOR thinks about these lines, thinks delivery cannot overcome some obstacles.
Clueless
The
TITANS (clueless) mixed gunpowder and
YEAST in their expensive secondhand
CANON (they don’t spell well). But the cannon was
LEAKY. After a rainfall the fizzy yeast frothed.
No audits
AUDIT life? Not hardly. Fully enrolled and final bleak.
SKULL, inside thereof, struggles to own the course,
TYING fitfully what happens to its precious rarity:
GONER struggles to grasp gone.
Captains of reduction
TITANs of enterprise cast our time’s longest shadow,
YEAST mixing, rising, baking the celebrated result,
CANON of society: entrepreneur measured as model citizen.
LEAKY, of course, this view: all other worth drained away.
Past lives
S.A.S. SYstematically shook the shaky seniors, they the
TOKEN of things present yet past, their past seen in a
PRISM of things well- and badly-remembered, like a long-running
REVUE, now a game of two, three, or four halves.