dVerse — Shhhh! — Seven Secrets

Seven Secrets Delicious assignations, tantalizing tawdriness Betrayal, concealment, smoldering silence Midnight raids, candy corn amongst socks Headlights off, on to 7-11; gobbling, puking Under the table trading, permits to polluters Cayman billions, rotting soldiers in trenches Fat feet propped on desks, unoiled machines Undotted “I”s, forgotten “T”s Unseen bruises, battered worth, stalking Passive-aggressive pot shots,…

dVerse — prosery 9 — The Rock cries out…

The Rock, a.k.a. Dwayne Johnson was there when professional wrestling went from two chubby, hairy guys wearing unitards to tanned muscular bodies wearing glittery spandex. From 1996-2004, Dwayne glammed and glitzed the crowds with his magnificent form, his skilled moves, and his charisma — before leaving for Hollywood. WWE languished without its star and Johnson…

dVerse — soliloquy — view from the trail

Situation: In a small group discussion last night, we compared Judas to The Prodigal Son as far as regret, attitude, behavior, motivation; during the discussion a disagreement arose. One camp felt that, even though Jesus knew he was going to be betrayed and said as much to Judas, “Do what you have to do.,” Judas…

dVerse — last lines — Chuck Palahniuk

Molar encasing hollow filled deadly cyanide, no longer of purpose for this agent.Begins here new life of operative me. –from Pygmy   And maybe knowing isn’t the point. Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything. –from Choke   Metaphysical coordinates exes and whys in tic-tac-toe…

dVerse — quadrille #94 — Mercy

Mercy I see her. If hawks could roar, her voice would echo off the silent trees. Instead redtail’s plaintive cries enter my ears without fanfare Even cardinals and doves congregated at the feeder Pay no mind to her whine. Dove’s demise comes mid contented coo. WhimsyGizmo (aka De Jackson) is today’s host of dVerse.  De…

dVerse — elemental — (Li) Lithium

Looking at the periodic table, Li (Lithium) jumped out at me, so here goes a poem about it. (Li) Lithium A metal of mettle, many extremes, Maybe why an egghead decided to feed me to those with extremes? Fifty years later, they’re at stage one of understanding the why or why not of my managing…