BURST of signal and noise–
RADIO waves turned into audio–
TOUCH the dials to clear the static, but
CREAK of voice undeterred.
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Opaque Providence
SPORE, borne millennia through ether, lands on planet.
DEITY has deeper purpose, but eye sees only germination,
MANGA frame’s worth of an alien species uncoiling,
SNOOP all you like: purpose is only for spirit to see.
Another Year, Hour, Second
SNOOP around the shadowed corners last seen by
DEITY alone, find the dust and mold and
SPOREs of brokenness thriving in the dark:
MAN GAmbling on another year, hour, second.
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Annual bath
The slightly illiterate stable boy celebrates a once-a-year event…
TUMORrow I’ll do the washing. The
SLIMY, stinky, mud-covered
TUNIC will be first. Then I’ll wash the
STRAW out of my hair.
Large Animal Practice
SLIMY detritus strewn about,
TUNIC more than mussed,
TUMOR excised. Vet grimly satisfied.
STRAW on floor much the worse for wear.
Pyrrhic Philistine Victory
STRAW for the oxen that will carry this relic, golden
TUMORs to appease this foreign god and remove his
SLIMY pestilence from our town–relief will feel like a fresh
TUNIC compared to the plagues we’ve had from him.
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Boo hoo
I
FELON a nasty piece of
STEEL, which caused a
KNOLL on my knee, now I’m
GLOOMy.
Lying in Wait
KNOLL. Lying in the shrubs, waiting,
STEELing for steal to go down, once
GLOOM has deepened to thwart watching eyes.
FELON to be? Yes. What they have on him outweighs.
Dark Conception
STEEL glinting in the headlights’ glare over the
KNOLL where the black car, indistinguishable from the
GLOOM, becomes the midwives for a nascent
FELON, unbeknownst to even himself.
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Shifting the odd bison
A
SAINT who makes practical his SPORT
by
USING his strength to shift the odd BISON,
finds it
HEFTY a task, and lengthy a QUOTA –
Sees it
DEBIT his pay packet, like decimal to OCTAL.
[Catching up from the weekend…or two for the price of one]