The Rhythm

SCOPE of poem? Uncertain, but not to create cliché.
BLOKE, yes. Bohemian, yes. Musician, yes.
ROACH—no. So, what’s he high on? Life? This poem does not know.
BONGO? It’s the focus here: the rhythm’s about to start.

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#1:

THERE, down the river on a
BARGE, floats cargo
WORTH a king’s ransom. What a
FARCE to think it won’t sink.

#2:

BARGE in, see this
FARCE in progress.
THERE is nothing
WORTH your time in that room.

#3:

THERE in the Suez Canal, a giant
BARGE stops up the works. Watch the
FARCE as it plays out, wreaking havoc
WORTH millions for its disruption.

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A Brief Together While

FARCE of common good and common life: to count a person’s
WORTH in currency of culture’s wars. The tribes
BARGE in, dragoon troops, demand oaths.
THERE is a greater mode: of shared delight; for this brief together while, we all live.

Whither?

PASTE a print with ravishing colors; it cannot rival the true scene, sky and clouds
AGLOW. Rising sun streams out beauty, as at the dawn of creation.
RIDER pauses to behold and thinks:
WHERE do I go from here?