In a Stolen Moment

In a Stolen Moment by Michael R. Burch In a stolen moment, when the clock’s hands complete their inevitable course and sleep is the night’s dark spell, I call it a curse, seeking the force, the font of candescent words, the electric thrill tingling from brain to spine to incessant quill— the fever, the chill. I know it as well as I know myself. Time’s second hand stirs; not I; in my cell, words spill. Keywords/Tags: Moment, Time, Clock, Hands, Night, Sleep, Words, Write, Writing, Poems, Poetry Donald Dabble Dactyl #1 by Michael R. Burch Piggledy-Wiggledy Ronald McDonald cursed Donald Trump, his least favorite clown: "Why should I try to be funny as Donald? He gets all the laughs claiming upside is down!" Donald Dabble Dactyl #2 by Michael R. Burch Wond’ringly, blund’ringly Ronald McDonald asked, “Who the hell is this strange orange clown?” “Why should I try to be funny as Donnie? He gets all the laughs from marks who should frown!” Donald Dabble Dactyl #3 by Michael R. Burch Piggledy-Wiggledy 45th president, or erstwhile manse resident, perched on a throne of gold-plated porcelain matching his orange “tan,” bombing Iran from his twittery phone? That Not-So-Mellow Fellow, Othello by Michael R. Burch Not sure ’bout that fellow, Othello, was he a “hero” or merely piss yellow? He killed his poor wife over a handkerchief! Thus Iago proved his heart Jello. Time Out! by Michael R. Burch Time is at war with my body! am i Time’s most diligent hobby? for there’s never Time out from my low-t and gout and my once-brilliant mind has grown stodgy! Waiting Game by Michael R. Burch Nothing much to live for, yet no good reason to die: life became a waiting game... Rain from a clear blue sky. Nipples' Ripples by Michael R. Burch Men are scared of nipples: that’s why they can’t be seen. For if they were, we’d go to war as in the days of Troy, I ween. Untitled Epigrams Teach me to love: to fly beyond sterile Mars to percolating Venus. —Michael R. Burch The LIV is LIVid: livid with blood, and full of egos larger than continents. —Michael R. Burch Evil is as evil does. Evil never needs a cause. Evil loves amoral “laws,” laughs and licks its blood-red claws while kids are patched together with gauze. — Michael R. Burch Poets laud Justice’s high principles. Trump just gropes her raw genitals. —Michael R. Burch Keywords/Tags: moment, clock, hands, time, double dactyl, Donald Trump, Othello, life, rain, justice, evil, laws, claws, kids