Running on Nerves

SERVE on helpdesk frontlines, lunch late to grab
FILLY cheesesteak, add mayo–my choice. Hectic in
CLOSE of my buzzing mind, users’ nerves and mine. Try stray, peaceful thoughts.
AROMA of peppers lingers when I’m back. All else today smells of adrenaline.

The Veil of Night

THROB and thrum of party carries on evening air.
COYLY, night withholds its message; instead
ENSUEs variety: many sleep, some make love, some fret, some few slink.
ABOVE, eyes needing no light trace a story we cannot see through the dark.

Unexpected

STILTS my head was tottering on;
CAPER my soul did, at an awkward
ANGLE, the night I saw the staid pastor,
CIGAR in mouth, smoking in a manner untoward.

Dragon on Stilts

ANGLE on life: carefree and playful, Grab
CIGAR from humidor, then up onto, one hop,
STILTs, in TRex costume, all swooshy step.
CAPER! Littlest kids will recall a dragon’s strut.