as switching
hour nears generation
fragility of daze
evidences,
spectrum evens, and
the whole of it
is poignant
–this waking dream
speeding toward
unknown night
.
Tag Archives: poetry
Formalist Arrangement
August 3, 2017 
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apology
ideology
is music to the ear,
a soothing rush
of empathy
that makes hurt disappear,
employing drums
and every thumb
this instrument atones,
undoing wrong
melodic song
confesses less condone,
in symphony
of sympathy
the chorus of lament,
is rising round of
“aw, that sucks”
belted with intent.
whirled wide web
July 29, 2017 Comments Off on whirled wide web
Old-fashioned–
I knee-board a cobweb
–ride tandem with my hacker,
click
dust mouse
to second site
–when it’s feasible
since I rely on
dial-up,
and phone booths are hard to come by.
I would upgrade, too,
I would!
If my desk chair
wasn’t a Tuffet,
if the water spout
was self-contained,
and if the super hero
–of comic book fame–
was always
Peter Parker.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pest/
Special Effect
July 6, 2017 Comments Off on Special Effect
Like a
3 day weekend,
life is better
with him in it–
Dessert when
you need to gain weight,
a back pat from peer–
–a winning scratcher,
he’s the
surprise-surprise
party you never expected. . .
a face from the past
popping up, now
–he’s prism & shine
combined.
No Michelangelo
June 27, 2017 Comments Off on No Michelangelo
He told me:
“all you did was grow up together”
missing malice,
as he wronged
–but I learned
I was
wrong
–to remember
–for wound
–to reveal
but he doesn’t know. . .
he doesn’t know the bond we had. . .
sisters
&
foxhole friends–
he couldn’t.
Inna Row
June 21, 2017 Comments Off on Inna Row
weekends are workdays
now Monday is huMped,
a travelin’
camel’in
front of week bumped,
cloven hooved leapin’
assures TGI,
is eff
in the middle
–by eff I mean fry. . .
now first days,
are worst days,
and start with a hiss. . .
no sittin’
no sunnin’
all that, but no this
just Thursdays
are normal,
are SOP fresh,
hammertime happenin’
the rest are a mess…
prompt: loop
The point is…they were stealing a candelabra…and other, obfuscated points…
June 13, 2017 Comments Off on The point is…they were stealing a candelabra…and other, obfuscated points…
the taper caper
lost its luster,
at guttering
–of candle cluster
lacking light, the vagabonds
–could not with
the ‘bra
abscond. . .
ensuing darkness
lit-i-gating,
criminals
addressed abating,
of needed light to clinch the crime
–resulting in a hefty fine
since thieves are never
compensated,
for crime or time
and all related
–debts incurred while planning heist
especially
the theft of lights.
prompt: taper
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