Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Fulfillment

Fulfillment

 

 

In the desert
he longed for water — then
the floods came.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Historic

Historic

 

 

It’s historic. So boldly say you.
It’s historic. Repeated anew,
that assertion’s a bore,
you damn son of a whore!
What’s historic is sickening too.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Lawn Tech

Lawn Tech

 

 

Next door’s leaf blowers give me the shakes–
and my head’s looking forward to aches
of which noise is the sign.
Hey, efficiency’s fine–
but a neighbor prefers simple rakes.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Preachification

Preachification

 

 

What he preaches, he knows to be right.
You must join in his prayers every night,
hear his nonsense all day.
You can do it, I say,
if you just keep the humor in sight.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Out and In

Out and In

 

 

From our temples we tossed all the vile.
Oh, our righteousness brooked no denial!
Your high priest, with a grin,
invites all the vile in–
and does not even do so with style!

 

 

–Tom Riley

All Talked Out

All Talked Out

 

 

I’ve been talking to strangers all day.
I let language indeed run away
with my still, silent mind.
Though I know you, I find
that at last I have nothing to say.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Huggy Bunny

Huggy Bunny

 

 

By hugging the survivors, brave Barack
defeats the future’s shooters: that’s a fact.
His method of defense comes as a shock
to jihad jockeys not caught in the act
quite yet. What wild crusaders clearly lacked,
Barack in major ways serenely shows.
By acting both compassionate and cracked,
he can assail and yet embrace our foes.
Master of pretty paradox, he knows
that wars are won by sheer passivity.
How soft, how warm, how sensitive he grows
when lesser men might fight ferociously!
By such means, in his world view, well asserted,
destructive types are easily converted.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Hit the Road

Hit the Road

 

 

“Time to hit
the road!” “I heard this
road hits back.”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Clever Teacher

Clever Teacher

 

 

The clever teacher’s getting really tough.
He’ll show those little snots who’s in the know!
The exam he’s prepared will make things rough
on them. Their morning torture will be slow.
When it is over, they will all feel low,
these lousy kids who don’t appreciate
the sacrificial lengths to which he’ll go.
Summer school beckons, charged with years of hate.
He came to resolution really late.
When he first started out, he blamed his own
instructor’s ass. But now he’s feeling great
about himself: he’s happy to the bone
to see his long vacation as a curse.
The kids next year will face a whole lot worse.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Without Pause

Without Pause

 

 

He hit pause
repeatedly — but life kept going
at fast forward.

 

 

–Tom Riley

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