FALSE hopes without dying daily,
LUSTY instants without life pledges,
EMPTY words without normal conversations,
FLESH without soul.
The Flesh
FALSE north, false clock, false currency:
LUSTY pleasure mill,
EMPTY days, empty nights,
FLESH decaying, nothing lasting.
2023-04-23 words
FALSE, LUSTY, EMPTY, FLESH
Grow up!
I ARBOR ironing. I hate it with a burning passion. I’ll
IRON Your shirts one last time, then that’s the
LIMIT. You’re big enough, long past your antic
TERRAway days. I loathe ironing. See to your shirts yourself!
As I Imagine It
LIMITed suspense in this, my pedestrian life. Dramatic
IRONY either overlooked by me, or generally absent.
TERRA-trapped my life, my sensibilities, yet sometimes imagination gives a spark, as when this
ARBOR seemed to be Arden, and you Ganymede, and me pining for Rosalind, not yet knowing.
2023-04-22 words
LIMIT, IRONY, TERRA, ARBOR
Fatal
The
WARTY, naughty boy, a miniature
KNAVE (with barely a skerrick of
PUBIC hair) determines – inadvertently – to
SEVER several fingers in the mincer.
Warthog Ambitions
WARTY hogs trot satisfied under the blazing sun.
SEVER their ambitions from jellyfish, who want to rule. Yes, warthogs think us
KNAVEs; they need no Wifi, they never posit nationalisms to mask their pain. Yet, their conception of
PUBIC good, which, could they pronounce the letter ‘L’ would sound so much better, is sunny and hoggy,… Continue reading Warthog Ambitions
The Day of the Bloom
JELLYfish: now perhaps two centuries left till they can make and hold
PRONGed spears (how have they heard of Poseidon?). Come the day:
GLOBE-domination, nothing less, is their cold plan. The Day of the
BLOOM they have named it in their gurgly speech: jellies multiplying, jellies seizing all.
2023-04-21 words
WARTY, SEVER, KNAVE, PUBIC