This week’s Little Vines.

4919.
well, he lied too, I said
with a blithe swoop of baseless logic
I watch the drowning minds flailing around me
as the truth canoe overturns and sinks

4920.
in the last minutes of the planet’s life
the doves hunt
the prey staggers

4921.
we need to root out the untruths
we must uncook the books
we have to let this go punished

4922.
with a precision
I have never met with before
you have both burnt and half-baked this cake

4923.
limply cold
never bold:
iceberg lettuce

4924.
One more person
quickly clean and thoroughly washed
and this bar of soap has given its all. Thank you.

4925.
then when it’s dark
the least powerful
find their stings and strike

4926.
Are you ready to go
into your next incarnation?
Are you ready to see the stars rebloom?

4927.
The brown serpent bites
and fools recover from its venom
Never. Everyone knows and yet
the next one to come along caresses it all the same.

4928.
a procession of
sour-faced ants
marching away from your wedding cake

4929.
The alarm clock purrs.
Coughs. Clears its throat.
Brays. Yes, all better now.

4930.
the lemon unpeeled
and none of us knows as it knows
the bleakness of lifelong living sour

4931.
in the nest
the eggs move restlessly
the lizard scampers on the branch above

4932.
the gems chime faintly
the bracelet resettles itself on your wrist
the tones reverberate in the ear that hears them.

4933.
The metallic calls of cynical boatmen
The impulsivecurrents that have led to many misadventures
Queens linger at their peril

4934.
no, no, don’t wait,
begin another tedious rant
why don’t you

4935.
a children’s game
listless somersaults and inept bragging
an office game
listless somersaults and inept bragging

4936.
all numbed up are you
said the dentist
with a hoarse laugh

4937.
the adolescent howlings
the lurid anger of coquettish laughter
the gruesome nature of high school

4938.
the farmer giggles
the sheep gloat
the bats flutter in the twilight sky –
it’s not an evening for the apprehensive.