Poems and Prose #134 - Ballet

Writing between
ever-widening lines,
the penman finds
his words pantomimed
by some devious fiend
from some long-ago time
that preceded the most recent
blink of his eyes.

He pores over the screed,
as does his shadow, in kind,
the ink marks seeming more and
more and more closely aligned.

Poems and Prose #133 - Albedo

I awaken in a
cold, darkened room.
Through the window,
the moon's half-face blooms.

I sense neither contentment
nor doom.
The sky's tint
will be altered soon.

Poems and Prose #132 - Volley

A traipse across the hill
leads the general to
an alternate-reality war,
where light smoke clouds
a boisterous, cheering crowd,
as he ducks behind a shrub,
hoping he slunk back
down in time,
before a bored, meandering glance
captures his position,
a surrender,
hoisted by wobbly knees,
sure to follow shortly.

Poems and Prose #131 - Proctor

I sat down to take
the religious test,
at my prospective
government's request,
and found myself answering
each question in jest,
but my arm grew tired,
so I circled C for the rest.