†r@n$

Terrific!

Tired of it!

Too too tired, but-

‘Tis my turn tonight,

though I’m turmoiled and trodden;

though my treasures may taint

and my tale turn you rotten;

may this torrid affair

test time unforgotten:


†


Is this the track?

Truly tactless!
Tried taking the time to travel and tame

the troubled terrain,

tread carefully, sustain

a total transience…

instead-

Treason! Treachery!
Total trash!
Teased, tempted, transubstantiated;

torn apart,

tethered to titillating trifles,

‘tis true;
a teenage tramp

truant,
teeming with transparent triumph,

pertinent tasks postponed,

entrenched in topographical tyranny,

a
poetry of tepid torpor,
typical:

tried to trump truth with thought.

Tsk tsk tsk... too bad…

tread on!

Trim the tangled Tree of Time!

Tinseled intolerance for trinkets and trends! ­­­

The trunk for tables

to type on and

-teach-

trophies of justice

to trade and

impeach

the temporal tryst of terror and TV
where tangent trivialities target toddlers and 'tweens–

TRY ME!

and my twice bitten, still timid,

spirit of the times:

tech-talking a two-step with a twinge of tension

as tongues tie and

tender torsos

twist
to

a

point

.

A trap!

Is this a trick?

†

Tired of it!

Too too tired, but-

‘Tis my turn tonight,

though I’m turmoiled and trodden;

though my treasures may taint,

and my tale turn you rotten;

may this torrid affair

test time unforgotten…

©2007, 2009

- M.C.