REEDY voice begs for a
BASIN to wash away
BAWDY and belligerent sins––
VIGILant Forgiver rejoices.
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Route 60
TABBY dashes across Route
SIXTY, heedless of the cars
NORTH- and southbound:
NERVEs of steel or reckless abandon?
Forked Tongue
TORUS-curled words from a
VIPER’s forked tongue:
VAUNT of empty air without
VALVE to stem the flow.
Curious Glory
FLAIL falls for the thirty-ninth time on the
GAUNT, bloody Man’s back. The
SMELL of gore and sweat stings the eyes, but He
SHONE with glory somehow anyway.
Grind Before Glory
HOARD of wealth and glory
AHEAD, yet an agonizing
GRIND comes first. The soul’s
WOOER beckons us onward.
Laughing like a Hyena
HYENA-grinned temptations
HOVER in the air, offering every
TABOO imaginable to those sworn to
AMEND their ways again.
Cadence
PIPER prepares his fife, his
CHEEK as pale as the
WIGHT haunting his waking hours.
VIGOR is as fleeting as his melody.
Polaroids
ALBUM in the mind conjures photos of
GHOUL and angel alike.
LOOPY from remembered adrenaline, the
STUMP of amputated chances still itches.
Broadcast
BURST of signal and noise–
RADIO waves turned into audio–
TOUCH the dials to clear the static, but
CREAK of voice undeterred.
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Another Year, Hour, Second
SNOOP around the shadowed corners last seen by
DEITY alone, find the dust and mold and
SPOREs of brokenness thriving in the dark:
MAN GAmbling on another year, hour, second.
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