SHONE on my wrist-watch, the sun.
WRIST tastes of chili, that’s weird.
CHILI con canoe – er, carne – how dumb!
CANOE reflects water; sun shone, I steered.
Category: extra
On the Verge
SHORT summary of my encounter with
TRIPE: As an honored guest I tried to be
STOIC- I did! Politely partook. Turned green. Expressed gratitude. Left abruptly…right on the
VERGE of vomiting.
Gate to the Future
GROUTs peered at in cup’s bottom reveal what future?
SPURT of fateful activity, but where, who, to whom?
TOWEL from Hitchhiker’s I might as well wrap round my eyes.
A GATE to the future is every moment, and all I know is stepping through it.
Agate
AGATE is a crystalline canvas, a tie-dyed rock daubed with a paint-soaked
TOWEL and fine brushes, streaked with squeezed and shaken
SPURTs of colors from tubes and buckets. Even rock need not be mere bland
GROUT or gravel when in the hands of a Master Artist.
If The Kraken Still Had Eyes
NEWLY found specimen, giant squid, eyes the size of dinner-plates.
PUPILs, slits in light, plates in the deep, always seem to watch you,
UTTER fascination, thrill for the museum-goers. What if it were alive?
BRINE? If I were in there with it? It would see me . . . it’d be the last thing I ever see.
Tulip Mania
NERVE, you’ve gotta keep it,
HEADY times for savvy investor,
TULIP bulbs booming.
STRAP in, no way to lose..
Poppy
CRYPT open to the air, the stench of
FLESH and blood and death clouds the horizon,
POISED to sow the seeds for a field full of
POPPY and heartache.
Dragon’s Breath
TAPER flickering in the night air,
MOODY Welsh farmer goes out to check on
CHILI tree. Dragon’s Breath is gathering strength.
SWILL milk all you want, there will be no defusing it.
Punctuation
HOLLY, in these litigious times, was
EXILEd to the vertiginous cliffs above the
MARSHes, because she misjudged the use of the Oxford
COMMA.
Baler
A hay
BALER’s an amazing machine, it
AMAZEs me how spicy it feels to watch it
SEGUE cut or raked crops into block bales;
SPICY the zing that lightnings down my spine.