AT A TIME

AT A TIME

this is my
read-it-in-five-minutes
micro poem

perfect for
micro learning, micrometer
word measurement
really close reading

one
   syllable at a time
(to get
a fix on the pentameter)
fraction
   of a carat metaphor
miniscule effort
swinging saloon door to
becoming (as
the media ads tell it)
most
    dangerous dude in the room

unless
   someone in there already
having spent
many
   consecutive lifetimes
reading great
odes
   and epics

in this age
of instant bliss
going through
       subatomic meltdown

malfunctioning
at the molecular level

one split atom
at a time

COINAGE

COINAGE

if there is subtext here
it is hardly subtle

the eyes of the satirst:
nothing sees
better in the dark
sees better the dark

and you caught her
fair and square
in the cross
hairs of
your sight

saw
what you saw
and instinctively leathered her
(while others
will lather, sepia
tone, pastel shade

wave the wand
of innocence, swear
by the book
and flag)

a coup
to catch it
tight in the vice like
grip of one who
has form
here, whose reputation
precedes, projects

irresistible the
gravity
pulling together

a grip
so strong it
will never fail, never
let fall, as (ahem!) it
did
with all the others
promises to
high heaven not withstanding

Yes, those pants
so hot and well spied
(this the
killer pen
can scythe in rhyme match
“couch” and
“debouch” in an
assassin couplet)

yet
picture so hot
the camera
flared
solid walls did
in fact buckle somewhat

no sweat
no sweat ring 911 we got

this
contained explained shame
upon us
all who
veer from
benefit of
doubt to insinuation preposterous

who
in time of
big lie, false
flag

do not in
the shock of
the satirical

take constant delight
true coinage of worth
savage solace
of the righteous