Nonsense

The
DEUCE! My once perfectly-structured
CHEST has grown, or rather my tum; I cannot get my
PARKA on. My wife, she says I am a foodie
BEAST, a bottom-feeding sluicer-upperer, a garden
SHRUB that spreads beyond its designated space, a
SPINY anteater of a man, sucking up everything on my plate.
NOISY! She says, as I eat, holding her ears. My  
CREDO is: ‘A man cannot fully grow a  
BUSHY beard without food and food abundant.’ A
YOUNG child would see through this nonsense, a child
BELOW three even. A sticky-faced child seated in a high
CHAIR. The deuce! I cannot get my parka on!

[The result of unexpectedly missing two days]

Bernie at the Inaugural

PARKA against the cold, mask against the Covid,
SPINY old age, tougher than tough,
BUSHY hair tufts, sharp mind, scoldy tongue
CHAIR, Bernie, mittens. Who can forget?

Bernie Sanders at the Biden Inaugural in a parka with woolen mittens.

Bernie Sanders at the Biden Inaugural

Faith in Spring to Come

CHEST of red the robin puffs, perched on twig in
SHRUB on day when snow is gone, yet air is hardly warmed by sun.
CREDO of chirps, profession of tweets, faith-song for spring to come.
BELOW the heavens, below heaven, creation sings for history to flow.

Short Term Gains

DEUCE of a situation. String pullers, mid-life or older, feed the
BEAST of populace, the roiling mass, to extract gain.
NOISY mob on one side, power and wealth come out the other.
YOUNG will eventually live in the ashes left over. But that will be their business.