Cocktails (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted

Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations

Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer

Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips

Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule

Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai

If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight

Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better

She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.

Mole (an acrostic poem)

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Making traditional Mexican sauces always made Maria smile

Of course, her Abuela made them so well that she should really sell them, but she wouldn’t

Leading to Maria secretly recording the kitchen for the next 24 hours

Everyone will suspect her brother when the recipe gets sold, but she was going to be the…

Whole (an acrostic poem)

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When the ground opened up, it swallowed the entire town.

How could such a thing happen without any warning?

Oh, and the hole kept getting bigger and bigger

Leaving an ever-growing scar across the landscape

Everyone was horrified as they turned the next page of Stephen King’s newest book

Feast (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on the food was what gave him pleasure

Every morsel perfectly prepared and consummately seasoned

At the moment he could think of nothing better existing in the universe

So why was his stomach still an echo chamber of empty rumbles?

The fact the meal in question was just an old magazine spread and he had no money

Mucus (an acrostic poem)

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My goodness, I am drowning

Under my own body’s immune system response

Can’t breathe, my throat is on fire, my voice is silenced

Useless coughing causes my core to ache

Sneezing to loosen up the solid wall of …

Lens (an acrostic poem)

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Looking deeply into his wide-open eyes

Exposing everything to her well-schooled probing stare

Noting hidden secrets and flaws

Such was the life of an ophthalmologist

Betrayed (an acrostic poem)

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Been promised that everything would be fine

Except that was never going to be true

That shouldn’t have surprised her

Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks

And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried

Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together

Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right

Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard.  She spit on his grave.

Pick (an acrostic poem)

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Playing acoustic guitar was so much fun

It gave him a way to relax and create

Couldn’t get into it tonight though

Knowing he needed to shake the bejesus out of his guitar to get out the damn …

Grip (an acrostic poem)

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Giving up and letting go of reality

Realizing being delusional is so much easier to cope

If you think about it, though, that is so scary to do

Perhaps It might be better to hold on for dear life

Keen (an acrostic poem)

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Knife was sharp, elbows were out, nose broken

Everything screamed danger to those around him

Everyone scrambled to get away, but they didn’t need to  

No one, including him, noticed that his shoelaces were tied together