ludic verbosity for the win
GOING back home to my weak and wonky
HOVEL where the windows are weak-minded, and the door
HINGE, the one at the bottom and not at the top, has a
QUIRK that makes a rough and whinging scuff along the floor.
or
GOING back to my
HOVEL where the door
HINGE has a
QUIRK.
GOING through the village, taking in each
HOVEL, windowless, doors without
HINGE or knob; yet contentment is no
QUIRK but mainstay.
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QUIRK of philosophy to elide coordinates and story. For instance:
GOINGs of angels on a ladder in known place while a man dreams one known night.
HINGE turns in specific time and space, in history,
HOVEL of reason, yet destination of divine descent.
QUIRK, GOING, HINGE, HOVEL
DINER emptied his plate in a
TRICE. ‘It was nice,’ he said. ‘But the only thing to
SULLY my pleasure is offering an
INGOT and getting no change on it.’
DINER, perusing the racing guide, at LUNCH, in a
TRICE, changes his mind re the HORSE, whose
STYLE is in a state of SULLY after
COYLY losing not just the bettor’s shirt but his INGOT.
SULLY we always quotidian joys with grasping?
INGOT discovery proclaimed, converse ceased:
DINER emptied, food grown cold and flavor dead,
TRICE-moment’s flash of profit, now steady habits of living are forgotten.
DINER plate special, once edible, now an
INGOT on the plate; mention it to
SULLY, the short-order cook, and in a
TRICE you’ll regret you said a word.
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SULLY, INGOT, DINER, TRICE
NYLON hazmat suits pulled from the
SHELF, respirators and gloves to ward off the
VIRAL invasion, but Captain Trips won’t
BUDGE one inch of ground.
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NYLON, SHELF, VIRAL, BUDGE