Four & Twenty

[Colm Roe]

You need a new sofa Dave

[Tracy Mitchell]

So biblical!  Welcome, Dave

[Mark]

Four lines and twenty words
raked into a poem.
I abhor this lack of order -
just how many letters then?

 

[Tracy Mitchell]

.

Cepian labors gave life to the quatro,
though hardly invented by Shorty.
He thought it sublime, coupled with macho
To tweet out in clumps of one-forty.    
 

[Colm Roe]

Forceful but easy, I drop
pressure hurts lungs and ears,
how deep is too deep?
Death, a bad decision away.
 


 

[Dave]

Three times a day doctors visit,
offer no names.
Each sports an opague smile
says someone else will tell you.

[Tracy Mitchell]

Jostle the Table Enough

someone'll say so many plates
shouldn't be empty,
where's the bran and brown?
Then white bread ain't gonna be enough. 

 

[Tim J Brennan]

Under Glass

At the near table, the man cuts through
eggs & toast; he is discussing his need
for cotton sheets. The woman spoons
salsa, replies Indian cotton is best.

[Colm Roe]

Further back, table 13,
a balding man raises his eyes
"My brand new Audi deserves the very best...
Egyptian cotton!".