FILET mignon for my birthday sits
DULLY on my plate, uneaten as an
IRATE customer nearby rages about service and
NOSEY spectators pull out their phones to record.
(Forgot to post when I wrote this a number of days ago.)
ludic verbosity for the win
FILET mignon for my birthday sits
DULLY on my plate, uneaten as an
IRATE customer nearby rages about service and
NOSEY spectators pull out their phones to record.
(Forgot to post when I wrote this a number of days ago.)
AMISS from my usual fare, this
SHOWY table is a gastronomical
LURCH into new possibilities of
SAUCY entrees with French names.
SCAREs me how, looking back at it, that
RIGHT from the start, with our without preparedness, this
IRATE baby is my absolute responsibility, flying in the
ORBIT of my every thought and action.
GAUNT, arthritic man speaking in the
SLANG of his youth can’t
ROUSE himself beyond nostalgia,
UNITEd in shared slavery to time, unthinkable.
AMAZEment spread across his face.
BINGO! he said to himself, the
MUMMY perfectly preserved and … that’s
WEIRD, did its finger just twitch?
BRIDE delighted to now have a
TILDE in her new last name.
LOWER expectations once never imagined she’d
REVEL every time she hears “Mrs. Nuñez.”
DUVET cover straightened and tucked,
BLAST of morning show laughter and blather,
FILMY surface of rushed coffee: all
CEASE one lingering, sabbatical day.
HORDE of stylish teens, then there’s
LOSER me in my JC Penny clearance rack getup and a
GUSTO for Star Trek trivia,
PRONE to wax eloquent on Kirk vs. Picard greatness comparisons.
COBRA Kai streaming on my laptop, its
CORNY 80s nostalgia goes great with
MINCE pies (for UK viewers) or
CHILI bowls (for US viewers).
LOWLY booty with no appeal
CORAL rushes up as
PLANK is walked
AMISS and avast, the life of a pirate