Category: StevenRobertson

NOMAD, having never settled down, thinks himself
CANNY–too shrewd for the nerds and the
CABIN-dwelling weirdos–and
SNORTs at the thought of losing.

FEIGN a smiling disposition, wear the
ASCOT to match your eyes; don’t seem too
EAGER or they’ll simply
CHALK it all up to happenstance.

RAJAH dwells in an ornate
MANOR, oblivious to each
LOUSE that dwells in the walls.
THE TAme and the wild cohabiting.

SPINY exterior to match the cactus-like
ORGAN of emotion, empathy, patience within,
WALTZ counts out its threes, but I’m here
ALONE.

ANGST wracks his heart. Again. It
BEGAN what seemed like ages ago, but the realizations
SEIZE him with grief anew.
PEACH is in another castle.

FECAL- (and otherwise-) stained walls and floors elicit a
GROAN upon entrance; their ability to
SCARE only surpassed by a unexpected (yet unsurprising)
CLANK at the most inopportune time.

CHART-topper in the works,
AUDIO streaming through the headphones–then
DEALT a tough blow with a message in the
INBOX: supply-chain shortage means no cowbell.

FERAL predators in the urban jungle,
LATTE in hand,
EQUAL to none in ambition:
FRUIT borne comes from the root.

AZURE-eyed, long-haired, and bored,
CAROL served another coffee,
SORRY to see the hours pass so slowly.
SCONE and latte, here for his usual.

BERET-ce yourselves, boys, the gales be blowin’
CATTY-cornered to our path, and in a
PUFFY’d be blown away,
SPUN-Klear around like a tornado and gone.