UNCLE Claudius knows not that I know.
BEGUN, with father’s ghost appearing: dread,
GROWN now, till no redemption path remains.
SAFER to be born a serf to serfs with no ambition.
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Hamletta Matata
UNCLE Claudius’ Scar had
BEGUN to throb every time the prince cub had
GROWN into a new regal robe. Plans were
SAFER when made and kept in the dark.
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Larch
LARGE larch, back of the garden, seems to be
LEECHing sap, sadly. I don’t see it as tears, I
SHIRK the pseudo-simile. The leeching leaves a
MUDDY mess midst the searing scarlet tulips.
Dauntless
LARGE ants,
LEECH filled puddles,
MUDDY sidewalks: these can’t make me
SHIRK my quest. There’d better be Wi-Fi, though.
Swampy
MUDDY, swampy waters hide dangers
LARGE and small;
LEECH and caiman lurk quietly,
SHIRK warnings and you’ll fall.
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Simple is as simple does
COVER me quickly,
AUDIT my speech, you
ENDOW me with blessings, sweet bird, through your
TWEETs.
Grant Me Something Real
ENDOW skill, senses, for living anew, I plead.
TWEETs, hyper ephemeral form, form of
COVER-in everything the meaning’s veiled,
AUDIT can only document traces of what has vanished.
Forest Audit
AUDIT the forest from
TWEET to rustle, mossy floor to leafy
COVER, and hear the steady choruses
ENDOWed with honor and glory.
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‘Doughnut’ preferred
Does it
RECUR to you – or even occur to you – that I’m acting
SHYLY because while you eat your
DONUT – your sometimes spelt ‘doughnut’ – you
GNASH your teeth. How is that even possible?
Hidden Door
DONUTs in the parking lot late one winter night,
GNASHes of stress fall away, dissolved in moment’s joy,
RECURrence is rare, this hidden door to another self.
SHYLY wonder: do others have, not door, but thoroughfare?