PAUSE–not likely, deliberation not priced in,
POUND, more his speed, he blusters for the win.
GLOAT, exactly his speed, prince of the zero sum.
EXALT himself he will, enslaved to his own drum.
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Right Side of History
POUND the chest and
GLOAT in expected victory but
PAUSE to consider if you’re
EXALTing the right King.
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Light the Grill
OWING to the lighter fluid on the coals
ARRAYED in the grill, my erstwhile facial hair was
SINGEd clean off my face. Quick! Swipe the
DEBIT card for Sharpie markers.
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Cancelled Debts
OWING more every day of spirit’s currency,
ARRAY of commissions, above all omissions:
SINGE of Eden’s sword reminds I should not be so.
DEBITs though: every one cancelled, my account alway over full.
Towering to the Eye
WOVEN to outshine Bayeux’s, tapestry resplendent with
OLIVE, indigo, goldenrod, vermillion, lilac, each thread a
PLANK in structure that towers to the eye. The work
OUTGOes cloth: fabric becomes theater, becomes cosmos.
Warp and Woof and Wave
OUT GO the ship needles to make their wakes a
WOVEN tapestry of incomparable blue and white.
OLIVE-colored barnacles bedeck the hulls like rhinestones;
PLANKed strakes and decking creak their froggy rhythms.
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First fright
SNUCK into the movies, as a kid, only to see someone
SLAIN on screen. I
CLING to the nearest adult. Thankfully he’s more than
CIVIC about it.
Brutalism
CIVIC center, brutalist concrete slab.
SLAIN all attempt at grace or soaring flight,
CLING to what might have been, dream somehow you
SNUCK ornament or proportion into the design.
Child of the Times
PAGAN efflorescence: flesh, sub-gods, to which
FAITH, until yesterday a cohering hope, now mere accessory.
TIBIA, bearing load, yet below, blind to inky canvas self spell.
ROACH, scent rising, incense of current prayer, but as smoke knitting nothing together.
Dreams of Peacetime
PHASEs ripple back and forth as dream reality smoothes:
GRAND views of peaceful lands, raveled wars knit up, displaced by
WHIFF of everyday, wet leaves heaped on lawns. Appetites go benign: Say for
DONUT, something trivial to want that needs no ammunition.