AUDIT life? Not hardly. Fully enrolled and final bleak.
SKULL, inside thereof, struggles to own the course,
TYING fitfully what happens to its precious rarity:
GONER struggles to grasp gone.
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Voight Kampff Test
PUPIL contracts, or not. Android or not?
DADDY has made you. Or not.
EVOKE a real response. Or not.
THEIR lives a simulation. Or not?
Goodbye, Lucy
CHUCK runs pell-mell from football held,
WHARF arrived, signs up to merchant marine.
PROXY of his escape: every storm at sea and risk of
WRECK–better, always, than malice on repeat.
Spell
LEAKY cauldron, mumbled spell,
DRAIN the marrow, sound the knell.
MUCKY broth, bitter, ugly
WHISK and churn, while it’s bubbly.
Acorn Bides Its Time
CHECK breathless absorption in the now,
ACORN takes hold, bears no fruit for 30 years,
NERDY attention compasses such a span, believes
ROUND of time enough to plant an oak perhaps.
Will Eyes Reopen
UTTER most
LIGHT blazing to eyes, last
FRITZ of spent
AORTA: will these eyes open in a new creation?
Crossing Inferno
IDLER, came to senses, nowhere, tangled in a thicket.
BERTH then took on freighter, crowded among other lost souls.
ORBIT left, all is blackness dotted by sharp star light. Does he
FETCH up on new shore, new understanding? Does he find a guide?
Octal Census
OCTAL system devised by pinkie-less scribes cataloging
SAINTs. There are 100, also 64. which puts
HEFTY hit on the old cortex-you feel thickheaded like a
BISON first time you hear it, hardly stopping to wonder why the saint count is so, um, small.
Night Thoughts
NIGHT.
EVERYone harbors now those thoughts the sun could hold at bay
:
MANOR or shack, no dwelling can shelter against the tide of the night.
Note: the first and only Quordle poem to date where I used punctuation for one of the words. COMMA would also be possible.
Fear Will Do The Work
DEMON runs out onto the stage.
SOOTY motes trail unseen from scarlet
SCARF. He smiles, charms, the sardonic
EMCEE: let the crowd’s fears do the work.