‘SEIZE the day’ they say and the
ANGST
BEGAN: ‘Was I seizing the day in the way I would seize a
PEACH, ripe, ready to slurp – once I’d got over the furry skin texture again which always makes me feel as though I’m wondering what it is I’m really eating.
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Ears, merely
AUDIO bits fixed on the side of your head hear sounds in the
INBOX fixed in the inside of your head, provide a
CHART of sound waves to the mists of your brain, where they’re
DEALT with by grey matter and reproduced again.
Um?
FRUIT-cakes, in every term the office-workers are
EQUAL, equal also in the term that is
FERAL, feral in their approach to ordering their
LATTE latterly, not early, like those expecting Summer fruit in Winter.
Clach na Sgàin
CAROLs sound mid Christmas bustle. At the Abbey shadows flit.
SORRY–no, heavy, Scottish history gains bright chapter: stone of
SCONE seized back, taken home to a land where on sunny days
AZURE sky arcs over heathered hills, down past firths to a deep sea.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1950_removal_of_the_Stone_of_Scone
Bayou
LOWLY bayou, yet ablaze with a
BLAZE of ghosts; though lowly, still
GHOSTly. This lowly bayou enflames the
BAYOU’s pale and lowly emblazing ghosts.
Ghostly
LOWLY esteemed the mead hall of late, the hearth fires
BLAZE no more. Mirth and melody echo eerily, a
GHOST of former times chased away by the
BAYOU-born hell-fiend bent on bloody evil.
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Gloves
KNAVE that he is, he and his fellow-villain are hand in
GLOVE – both long-practiced since youth to use their
SKILL to dupe and rob the poor and
NEEDY, the needy who can’t even afford gloves.
The crowd
USUALly, I can be
MERRY when someone gives me a
KNOCK in a crowd or an accidental
SHOVE, but elbowing me in the ribs really gets up my nose!
Seven hills
DRIVE from Ostia, carefullY,
EAST, cautiously through the manic traffic, A
ROMA, the seven-hilled city. Drive to Palatine, the
FIFTH of them. Fifth, according to some sources.
First steps in love
CLOUD meanders over the sunshot field; good
REHAB for a man of my years and modest wisdom;
WHINE away – yes, I do – along with the bee and
THORN bird, impaled as he or I might be, in the heart.