ludic verbosity for the win
AMBERthal, the name of the find. Caveman encased in largest
LAYER of tree sap ever seen. Some think him lucky. Could have been
CRUDE tar pit that got him. Or a saber tooth. Was he humming a
DITTY when resin blobbed from above? Or contemplating abstract fate?
DITTY ditty bang bang, I’m told, isn’t the proper title;
AMBER was forever, but isn’t Forever Amber anymore;
LAYER my burden down seems to have acquired an extra syllable; but CRUDE Oil Blues is the true blue genuine thing. To sing.
[Turns out Forever Amber is actually a song: I’d only known it as a book title. Johnny Mercer wrote the lyrics back in 1947.]
CRUDE materials refined by bleeding-edge technology;
LAYER of secrecy on top of a layer of arrogance:
AMBER mined to reverse extinction while a
DITTY by John Williams swells in the background.
See more at Notes by Steven.
AMBER, LAYER, CRUDE, DITTY
CIVIC arena, fight night, a fidgety crowd fizzing perhaps for
KO A LA Joe Louis, or twelve bruising rounds. What they want
STINTs mildness, stints meekness. They want Mars,
RARER deity of the tamer now, to restore warriors vying for glory.
A
STINT – me being short and chubby – in the somewhat tight
KOALA costume, gives me cramps, and what is
RARER, a frightening backache, and though this is, too, my
CIVIC duty, I’d much prefer to hop around as a kangaroo.
STINT as daredevil driver cut short by two things:
CIVIC with a bad transmission, and an even
RARER sight: a grown man white-knuckling the railing like a
KOALA hanging on a eucalyptus tree.
See more at Notes by Steven.
CIVIC, KOALA, STINT, RARER
I’m the OMEGA cadet, canny, hiding at the end;
Always wore the CONIC hat at school, but here no fool,
I’m CANNY, I know the ropes, I hold no hopes of being the
brave CADET, courageous – but I’ll be still standing when the others fall.
CONIC shaped bottle ideal for dispensing
OMEGA 3 supplements for the
CADET who needs every edge, a
CANNY decision in the cutthroat volunteer junior crossing guard brigade.