TORUS of abandoned tire now
VIPER nest, drainage
VALVE perfect route from which to
VAUNT over terrorized locals.
ludic verbosity for the win
TORUS of abandoned tire now
VIPER nest, drainage
VALVE perfect route from which to
VAUNT over terrorized locals.
TORUS, form from geometers dream,
VIPER, slithers by, calls for caution,
VALVE, engineered to govern flow,
VAUNT shape! Vaunt creature! Vaunt invention! Wonders all.
TORUS-curled words from a
VIPER’s forked tongue:
VAUNT of empty air without
VALVE to stem the flow.
TORUS, VIPER, VALVE, VAUNT
GAUNT the aged pianist sat,
(SMELL of soap, once standard in all homes);
SHONE the sounds from fingers wracked, of
FLAILed keys fiercely struck.
AHEAD of the game – or not
GRIND away 9-5
HOARD up for tomorrow
WOOER of woes, this materialist life
WOOER of wealth,
HOARD not fine health. Finely
GRIND spirit, mind- well
AHEAD of thy deathbed
GAUNT are the eyes that once
SHONE bright. And can you
SMELL the fear of one whose wings now feebly
FLAIL?
FLAILing against dark bodies, a moment whose dreams will leave me panic-
GAUNT. One moment asleep, the next fighting the unseen.
SMELL the skirmishers, yes, but ours or theirs?
SHONE the light next morning: a third of my brothers missing at roll.
FLAIL your limbs, young men and yapping labs! Race uphill and
SMELL – Lap up sweet scents of fescue and freesia.
GAUNT-cheeked no longer by rigid recitation, but again
SHONE the freedom of happy abandon.