RADAR, a M.A.S.H. soldier seldom
ELATEd, was elated less on seeing his miniscule
STEAK, the first for a year, disappear in a
FOAMY cloud of marked-down military soap.
Disappointment
Socked In
FILMY mists lifting, gathering, swirling.
NADIR of a grey season, yet somewhere above the
BELLY of the locked-in valley, the sun blazes,
FULLY resplendent. When will clouds lift?
Loodikriss
Heading, yacking, rolling towards DEBAR
I scarce my mind in order to order had BEGUN
When I heard before me? – back o’ me? – some fibreglass CLINK:
Me mate – that son of a gun! – was having a drink in a bottomless KAYAK.
Minds soaring from the now
TODAY, the steady light is a gift. When dusk falls, the light will
OMBRÉ, fade from yellow and warmth into pools of blue and grey.
WEDGE of dusk will give way, night take charge–navy, coal, night,
MECCA for dreamers, imaginers, ponderers whose minds soar away from the now.
Demography
KOALA Lumpur, oft misspelled, much to Malay
GROANing, yet cacography is everywhere a small concern.
AGING, for individual and nation, much greater.
DRIFT toward negative growth. What comes next for any country?
Shift worker
OMBRÉ sky blends blue, gray, white,
TODAY blends evening into night. My
MECCA, midnight, my day’s delight, my shift
WEDGEd midway between dark and bright.
Artherosclerosis
SNAKY race my wicked crimes, pumping forth from heart to hand.
WEEDY plaques line vile veins, drawn to the
HAUTE, to the urge of brand. This venom wreaks its fatty sludge, ’till with one
TALON, grace descends and strips flesh pink and fresh and free.
All Seeing
SNAKY branching through the bayou, river wends its
WEEDY course. Down below, the sight lines truncate. Above,
HAUTEur bouying him in flight, eagle watches every motion,
TALONs at the ready. Soon, he plummets, strikes.
Inconsequence
SPILL-way to the Styx—the awaiting shades have held
VIGIL of years, expecting tyrant’s soul,
BLIND as he to the day. Yet, it will arrive, his splash down as they
RAISE the customary jeer, the welcome to eternal non-importance.
Envy
HA! UTE stuck in gutter, like knife in butter, my
TALONs sharp and bitter, my brain a nutter, so
WEEDY is my frame, I have to name as
SNAKY all with fame, denigrate their clutter.
National Museum in Kraków