"the devil you know"
There is a man.
He is simple, mediocrely educated.
He sits at a desk all day, he files his papers,
He goes to lunch with Pam the file girl.
But there is a devil inside him.
The devil is unsatisfied with his life.
The devil does not like his dead-end job.
The devil does not like his small desk.
The devil does not like his windowless office.
The devil does not like Pam.
The devil is what urges the man to spend more time scheming.
The devil is what urges the man to grow terse, opinionated.
The devil whispers to the man; he is simple enough to hear it.
"You deserve that corner office. You deserve lovely loo
"Choked Up over Bukowski"
Trust your emotions.
That first flush of fear, lust, anger, regret.
It's your mind telling you what you really want to feel.
A knee-jerk reaction to events around you,
The instinct to respond and react instantly.
Your spontaneous tears, screams, laughter.
Let them lead you, rather than restraining them.
See where they take you.
Acrostic: 'Ampersand' by sporadicembrace, literature
Literature
Acrostic: 'Ampersand'
"&" 9 Lines
And is this symbols direct translation,
More often than not, that connection isn't made.
Performing your curves to class up an assignment,
Ends up becoming a labor for perfection through execution.
Rather than focusing my penmanship, I find you there,
Shift, then the 7-key, where you wait,
All but forgotten, you bear the brunt of disuse
Nobly. I will spread the word! You will not be forgotten!
Dust off your 7-key, my fellows! Ampersand awaits!
Ampersand
Sestina: Rabbit As Symbol by sporadicembrace, literature
Literature
Sestina: Rabbit As Symbol
"Rabbit as Symbol For Love Lost" 39 Lines
So tough to let our friendship remain lost,
But what's the use when it's found?
Too important to leave to indecision,
Unimportant enough to be left
Amongst the other lingering remains
Of our poisoned past on the ground.
We watched our love go, like a rabbit gone to ground,
This shallow connection lost
And what passes for civility remains.
What would you, what would I, say if our past were found
Where we had dropped it, left
Up to ourselves to make a decision.
There would be no conviction in that decision.
No matter how many seasons passed, ground
Covering with sno
(Shadowed figure enters, drops keys onto table beside answering machine. Presses play button on machine, walks away. Jed speaks from answering machine.)
*BEEEEEEEP*
JED
(Nervous, embarrassed tone; southern drawl)
Hey there! It's. It's me! Jed? Remember? From the cornfield off I-91? Well I'm sure you do, anyway Gosh, how do I say this It's been Well it's been nearly a week since the last time you fellers came to, ya know Take me 'n stuff. Just wonderin' if I did somethin' wrong.
*BEEEEEEEP*
HI! Ah, hi, it's Jed again. Left ya a message yesterday, haven't heard back. Look, if it was something I said, or screamed,