Poems and Prose #157 - Roux

Spry smiths
bend the sentences
into lovely
crags and knots,
explaining clearly,
with aplomb,
all the brilliant things
they've thought.

Words accrue
into a stew
of multi-syllabled,
hot broth,
steaming
on the stovetop
in a
fingerprintless pot.

The chef insists,
"Perhaps for now,
it's simply
just too hot,"
before the
trailing silence
fills in the
dot-dot-dot...

Slight Name Change

I figured, since I have no real aspirations or resolutions for 2017, I should at least make some kind of change, so I decided to remove the adjective from the blog's title. It is just one of what will surely be many positive events this year.

Poems and Prose #156 - Blinkered

Elevated by
way of chemicals,
I find gravity
to be inimical.

Tugged by this force,
long invisible,
though irked that
descent is so damn sensible,
I treat it more
like it's umbilical,
fit for discarding
when truth becomes mythical.

Poems and Prose #155 - Embossed

In replication,
the mimicked item
seems resolute,
standing apart,
though still
quite in cahoots.

Being facsimiles,
we can't
be so aloof,
nor can we
rely upon
plans so astute.

So let us stand,
arms linked,
with stern couth,
while the genuine
article grows
long in the tooth.