I feel a veil sickening
Covering me tickle-ing,
Thousands of spiderlings
Striding the drafts of crouping .

The sick and the well :
The grouping .
Not moving ; but removed .

So tired .
Fatigue pats you lovingly,
Murmuring, “ There, there . ”
— Shhh .

No impetus at all, from all
That inpired prior
The virus .

*[ WSB ]_.

To wit : the earth is polar planated
With the equator inflated, a bit .

No turtles that paddle distantly down;
No planets rattle around terra lown.
No dome with windows flung open to rain;
No storm god in blue scopes an icebound plain.

*[ WSB ]_.

Rocks are a library of history .
Microfossils in fissures,
Bubbles of bacteria :
Protozoans that came
Before the Cambrian .
Eukaryotic hammer of the gods
Cracking the carbon floodgate,
But in the record :
Death is no wider than a knife’s edge .

*[ WSB ]_.

The wrong thinker tinkers,
Wheel out of round . Twisting spokes
To straddle fences, rattling
With spinning plates downtown .

A tired juggler .

A spurting performance
Of ergs out of sync :
Misspoken symbols clash .

Back and forth futility
Crashes to the ground:
The stage indifferent .

*[ WSB ]_.

S Supreme
C Court
R Reprobates
O of
T the
U United
S States
6 six of them .

“ The pruning of justice ™ ”

Running hot
Engine in the steam of Hell ;
Jingle valve ringing
Like a Christmas bell :
Off a geothermal vent,
Unbolt the vat .
To trap the devil,
Change the thermostat .

*[ WSB ]_.