ATOLL in a cerulean bowl will
BROOK no rivals for beauty; sand and sea like
SAUCE on a Michelin-starred dish you’d
CRAWL over broken glass to taste.
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ludic verbosity for the win
ATOLL in a cerulean bowl will
BROOK no rivals for beauty; sand and sea like
SAUCE on a Michelin-starred dish you’d
CRAWL over broken glass to taste.
See more at Notes by Steven.
JUICE, SPRIG, FAITH, PENNE
ATOLL, stranded chef paces. He’d rather be making
SAUCE. Instead he must
BROOK matters existential. How long can he last? When rescuers arrive, can he yet
CRAWL toward them. Will food ever be a luxury again?
ATOLL absolutely ballin’ spot for thermonuclear explosion.
SAUCE it up with mushroom cloud and radioactive contamination,
BROOK no rivals for Cold War R&D as meanwhile kids
CRAWL under desks to practice surviving the end of the world.
CRAWL comes up on Google when I search for Crowl,
A TOLL I have to pay for having a name so close.
I could express outrage and say I’ll BROOK
no further misalignment. But I don’t have the SAUCE.
ATOLL life is one of ease-
CRAWL out of bed at noon. No need to
BROOK hard work or stress, nor
SAUCE the waning moon.
ATOLL, SAUCE, BROOK, CRAWL
ANNOY!–it seems your vocation. First
FLUSH of dawn, you let loose upon the
ISLET your cock-a-doodle-dooing. We stir
AWAKE, contemplating the gift of morning.
ANNOY me with your influencer vibes, why don’t you?
FLUSH with cash from targeted ads, I see you there sprawling on that
ISLET with the yacht in the background and the champagne in the foreground,
AWAKE with the knowledge that you, truly, are influencing.TM
Boy, am I ANNOYed
that every time I FLUSH
the toilet it becomes an isolated ISLET
amidst a vast and smelly sea – until I AWAKE.
[The quality of my writing has gone downhill since I’ve been on holiday.]