of English’s Anguish
Radios’ sex of phones jam over miles and
my ells are made dissonant, such discord cored
apples applause dancing of Dee’s son ants harvesting rue
barbs our preserves slipping over rhyme rims of
jars serving heavy lidded fascist’s jarring
jackboots jamming on steps taken for granite yet
marbleing at ricocheting trebuchets assaulting
pair of pets, cats and jammer kids cocooned in heavy
goats all pine for nanny’s nyah nyahs bleat
crimson sunsets dancing upon
oh sins of suffering you manatee, due gone long hence
fence pickets pick at protests of Manson’s mansions
of cruelty erecting cross your tease two dot your
eyes’ iris’ bloom despite the guardin’ they inveighed as
pupils learning McVeigh’s exposing explosions leaning
toward calm you mizzen, midden heaps creep
torrid some preen tense of meaning gone upstream,
extremely whet blade’s edge prunes hedges of mark it’s
leaves of senses’ census beyond all calm pretension.
Re-tents shun sturdy houses’ eaves and evils; struck surely
there’s a whey to curd ill, end this chain of bizarre day’s
ease or may bee sting our conscience to splice in
co hear Ents of Tolkein’s bad hobbits; good grief
Charlie Brown it’s time to come ‘round to
some kind or crewel of need a point.
Or knot.
~ Wry Welwood
3rd of July, 2021
submitted with reservations, but what the hell…
Thanks to Zay Pareltheon and J.D. Harms of Crittura.