Mood Swings

MANIA slides phlegmatic him outside habit’s stable course:
SALTY sea dog now fluent in choler’s rant, tailing into
PHASE of sanguine bold exertion before
SWOON, then awakening to new melancholy knowledge: we live and move in shifting substrate

Pirate dialogue

‘DRAFT, there’s a draft! Close the door!’
‘LEANT on it, sure I did. Blew open once more.’
‘A(h), ZURE, that’s what ya always swore.
ARRAY wif ya! I’ll see ya no more.’

Shirk Abstraction

SHIRK abstraction. Celebrate, say,
GUAVA, a concrete fruit. Green, verruca’ed, yet it sweetly blends.
OPINE? No, leave tedium of punditry for others.
FABLEd zero sums sum life without living water.

Treasures by the Sea

1.

AZURE waves lap lazily against the ship whose
DRAFT allows it to ride the whale-road with an
ARRAY of Northmen bent on treasure, their shields
LEANT against their backs––for now.

2.

LEANT against the wall, the chest’s lid revealed an
ARRAY of treasures: gems gleaming scarlet and
AZURE in the torchlight. The sea breeze brings a
DRAFT of ambition through the cave.

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