The Mechanics of DrudgeryAnother annual review rolls around.Another evaluator passing through.She thought this one was decent,But he’s new, after all. He needsTo prove his own worth to admin. Wearing Little Marco Florsheims,He tells her she jokes too much,That she makes her colleagues Smile. (We know where laughter leads.)A light heart may cause outburstsOf hope. We…
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dVerse Poetics — Gotham: The First Domino
Gotham: The First Domino Ship cast asea, its belly full Coal gone, no more steam Itched and brittle with scurvy Noxious fog, lost instruments Sails hoisted, yet no wind Mates and passengers alike On our knees, we cough and pray, Facing mid-Atlantic gruesome end, To end albatross, millstone ’round Our sickly necks; orange, stenched Corpse,…
dVerse Q353 small bruised hands
small bruised hands puppetmastermakes them jumpwith greedthey understandthe code, the costgrift-gained wealthjumping throughpublic hoopsof humiliationwooden facespainted with liesdeny deny denysoulless brokerdirty danceswith flaccid shillsbody countof dead &/or terrorizedcontinues to rise Note from the website I nabbed the image from: Paul Klee (1879-1940), aka ‘Buddha of the Bauhaus’, made eight glove puppets for his son Felix’s ninth birthday…
dVerse MTB — Shadow
ShadowYou’d not be an ideal in anyone’s fantasynor a bulls-eye to train one’s dart upon.You’re an incomplete package who shouldbe shipped back for refund; 1 Yelp star.You’re a puzzle; with fallen, irrecoverablepieces, incomplete, and donated to charity.You’re not the kind of mystery anyonewants to solve; who spreads dis-ease.You’re a shattered mirror that I stare into,a…
dVerse Poetics — Lunch on Peacock Island
Lunch on Peacock IslandUpon velvet rose morning,before slab of green marble,a rice paper pale peahen with lustrous copper hairshade-bathed, a-blanketedunder neatly trimmed willow;impatient small wood nympha-wait for her fiery skipper.His wake preceded him.She stepped aboard beforethe dinghy touched sandand off she, her picnic basket, and wandering skipper cut through duckweed to Peacock Island’s fragrant speckled…
dVerse MTB Thursday — The Ballad of First Sight
The Ballad of First Sight HimStill trapped by single lifeAt thirty-five years oldDecide to hook a wifeOn cherished marriage showStill live with mom and popYet wait til “I do”s doneBecause I’m dumb and hotAnd looking for some fun.Still smile the way her jawDropped when I dropped my loadWe’re married now by lawShe thinks that I’m…
dVerse Q251 — Bonfire
Bonfire Marshmallows,puffed up squishy gangs,want to stay that way; But as is in the way of things,their pasty conglomerationis not to remain. Skewer-stabbed, one by one,soft white skin chars,blackened and crisped,force compressionedbetween chocolateand grahaminto goo. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where we are to write a 44-word poem using some form of…
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