It Happened Like This

 

(A Villanelle – 10 syllables per line.)

They conquered land before habitations —
Viridiplantae or, simply, plantae.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

Until arthropods assumed their stations
(Or, perhaps, eight-legged crustaceans).
They conquered land before habitations —

Those rude, plated pests swarmed the green nations:
An ever eating, egg laying mess — still,
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

Old root fauna demanded cessations;
And, therein, they devised a cunning skill:
They conquered land before habitations —

Placate those fleshy abominations
With sexy flowers and sweet nectar treats.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

The bugs went wild with mushroom gyrations —
Until the Vegans collected their eats….
They conquered land before habitations —
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

Copyright (c) 2016 Tom Arnone

Trip Doors

(A Pantoum)

Strange days, waiting for the sun.
Touch me — the changeling, wild child.
Land ho, Indian Summer, five to one.
Spanish caravan, Peace frog reviled.

Touch me — the changeling, wild child.
Horse latitudes, my eyes have seen you.
Spanish caravan, Peace frog reviled.
Tell all the people of Shaman’s blues.

Horse latitudes, my eyes have seen you.
Tonight you’re in for a special treat.
Tell all the people of Shaman’s blues
At the Hyacinth house on Love street.

Tonight you’re in for a special treat.
The hill dwellers light my fire
At the Hyacinth house on Love street.
(You need meat) don’t go no further.

The hill dwellers light my fire.
Land ho, Indian Summer, five to one.
(You need meat) don’t go no further.
Strange days, waiting for the sun.

Copyright (c) 2016 Tom Arnone

Snow Does Flow

(A Pantoum)

Yo, ho, snow does flow….
A rising puff of Santa.
Winds of methane blow.
Typical Jovian banter.

A rising puff of Santa.
Trading frozen diamond rain.
Typical Jovian banter.
Saturn rings but does not feign.

Trading frozen diamond rain.
Gaseous blowhards tilt and sway.
Saturn rings but does not feign.
Mars turns red; Earth blues play.

Gaseous blowhards tilt and sway,
Catching killer planetoids.
Mars turns red; Earth blues play.
What luck to be not void.

Catching killer planetoids.
Venus chokes; Mercury burns.
What luck to be not void.
On Martian dust our future turns.

Venus chokes; Mercury burns;
Winds of methane blow.
On Martian dust our future turns.
Yo, ho, snow does flow….

Copyright (c) 2016 Tom Arnone