Acrostic #2 (I’m in the mood for short stuff right now.)
Everybody needs to
It will happen.
Take ten seconds.
All you need is
To think twice before
It’s too late,
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i have conquered my day
with cups of coffee;
my mind’s a gerbil-spiral
spinning with imaginings
i rise to the bait—
keen to get the ramblings
on the page;
this rush, this influx
of crushed bean’s-juice
sluicing through my veins,
boosting my ego
to unseen heights.
too soon it fades.
my tired limbs invade
the heady buoyancy—
my rat-round slowing
i find a place
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Often found amidst the copse…
is something nasty, putrid—rotten,
a homeless person, long-forgotten,
or child who wandered after school,
a teen perhaps, who once was cool…
At least that’s so in books I’ve read
contrived in mystery author’s head.
One murdered, dumped in dead of night
is sure some day to come to light.
A cur will scamper round and rout,
some lovers seeking refuge, scout
for just the ideal spot to lie
and hands to open mouths, they’ll cry!
A body, battered black and vile
will rise up in their throats some bile,
or kids at play, who lose a ball,
will find their game’s no fun at all.
The cold corpse is a sticky wicket;
a copse is often just the ticket!