Captains of reduction

TITANs of enterprise cast our time’s longest shadow,
YEAST mixing, rising, baking the celebrated result,
CANON of society: entrepreneur measured as model citizen.
LEAKY, of course, this view: all other worth drained away.

Past lives

S.A.S. SYstematically shook the shaky seniors, they the
TOKEN of things present yet past, their past seen in a
PRISM of things well- and badly-remembered, like a long-running
REVUE, now a game of two, three, or four halves.

Xmas mehs

SASSY holiday cheer, deep as a shallow puddle,
TOKEN nod to peace drowned by commerce and nostalgia.
PRISM of the season splits our longing into empty beams.
REVUE, noisy, flashy, bouncy, to crowd out low hopes.

I can’t live without it!

It’s Christmas and while the fridge is CHOCK
full, the blinking Internet on FIBRE
is down. Again. The intermittency last week DROVE
me mad, like standing in a field full of BRIAR.

Roads and Tracks

CHOCK pulled, plane taxis, soars, slips ground’s hold.
BRIAR, meadow, town, fields, hills. Also:
DROVE of roads and tracks, lines on Earth’s face,
FIBER of societies, nerves and veins, carry pulse and impulse.

Golem in the Shadows

GOLEM in the shadows, yet forehead sigil clear,
SPIRE in background says Gotham,
JOKER, manic ennui radiating, front and center.
OPTIC mishmash reminds of Kavalier and Clay.