Inspiration

The seed of inspiration germinates
Beneath the weight of darkness
Bearing down upon the shrivelled complexion
Of the cracked surface
Striving slowly towards the light
Proving such strength and determination
From those slight tender tendrils
That easily snap once exposed to the exterior
Before finally breaking through-
A wisdom tooth of truth
Sprouting into a stem of an idea
Nurtured into something that will blossom
Then displayed with affection
Left open to the elements
To be shared and enjoyed by others
Inclined to peer over the fence.

The Jazz Age

How those twenties roared
With Rabelaisian rebellion
Partying out the prohibition
With the dapper and the flapper
F Scott and Zelda F
Sauve and sophisticated
Defining the language
Through loquacious speakeasy’s
Fluid with illicit liquor
Drinking to excess
Smoking to intimacy
With dancefloors jumping
To the timeless modernism
Of the Duke and the King
And Pop’s doing his thing
Beneath the Art Deco architecture
A grandiloquent delinquency
Through a decade of decadence
Before the hangover of the Great Depression set in.

Woodlouse

Louse,
I save you from the Sisyphean sink
And you play dead!
I stop your confining orbit,
Place you on another path
So that you can find you own way,
And you lie still,
Waiting for me to disappear into the darkness
When you can move on
Before I discover you’re gone.

Anthony tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of establishments, including Shot Glass Journal, Jerry Jazz Musician, CommuterLit, and Dear Booze.

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