CROOK rifled chest to steal every last doubloon
THREW my parchment and my quills in the lagoon
SUAVE he posed with charm yet executed only harm
BEGIN he now and reckon to the end, he’ll find no refuge nor a friend.
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Close Encounter
MUSIC tinkling in the background, the stuffed
BUNNY lay forgotten on the bed––
BANAL in comparison to the
GODLY, otherworldly beings knocking on the window.
Secret smoker
ASHEN burns on ancient brown ash-
TRAYS. Nicotine stains on fingers.
BUGLE warning, hide the stash! Something’s
AMISS! It’s that smoky reek than lingers!
Herla’s Hunt
BUGLE note draws Herla’s Hunt to assemble,
ASHEN faeries in ranks that will not rhyme,
TRAITS opaque, they ever signify to tremble:
AMISS we all now, unmoored of standard time.
Bugles
ASHEN-faced, what was
AMISS took me a minute. A
BUGLE was missing, that
TRAITor hunger snatched it from my fingertip.
Brain freeze
GUAVA
FUDGE; now I’ve heard everything. My brain
BEGINs to ignite, over-idle, rev up and
MOTOR.
Fudge and the Wealth of Nations
MOTORing ships course tropics seeking freight, say,
GUAVA; commerce’s electrons dancing in their orbits,
BEGIN, yet never cease, tracing complex traffic of goods, inspiration, expiration of the globe.
FUDGE, mere cottage crop, also turns the gears of trade.
Muddy Roads
1.
Sigma 736
VIDEO evidence doesn’t lie; the
TEETH and claw marks all over the
HOTEL room indicate that Specimen
SIGMA 736 has escaped…
Station 10.5
TEETH falling out in jumbled dream,
HOTEL bed vessel rides bone ache and fever,
SIGMA, sum of all the ragged, mis-linked thoughts,
VIDEO blaring–will find remote if he comes out the other side.