Tape (an acrostic poem)

Image:buzzerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5873815259_35861cfd6f_b.jpg

The situation was very sticky that she found herself in

All the good intentions in the world were not going to help her now

Pushing the button, the last of her coins activated the slot machine

Everyone watched the miracle on the old grainy video when they pulled the …

Comic (an acrostic poem)

Image: morrispublishing.com/images/comic-book-publishing/features-options/ComicSpread.jpg

Creating sagas out of pictures and words

Organized in windowed snapshots of time

Manipulating sounds silently through POW and SNIKT

It is an artform consumed by young and old

Capturing the human condition with characters who are more than that

Shift (an acrostic poem)

Image: m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61awoI2lWBL.SX425.jpg

So it was time to work, but he didn’t want to

How was he supposed to do this for the rest of his active life

If he waited until he could retire, he would be too old to do anything fun

F his boss and all the talk about work-life balance

The fact that he punched the timeclock and not his supervisor was a miracle

Beard (an acrostic poem)

Image: i.pinimg.com/474x/f4/fa/65/f4fa65d670601dd618527e4bf215dc32.jpg

Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe

Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it

And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore

Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug

Damn that hurt.  It just wasn’t the same.

Cocktails (an acrostic poem)

Image: s26162.pcdn.co/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/cocktails.jpg

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.

Feast (an acrostic poem)

Image: img.atlasobscura.com/a5Yk3aj6Vqi3L5Dil86YVpJCp47vpOl3fAtTI-V0wXw/rt:fill/w:1200/el:1/q:81/sm:1/scp:1/ar:1/aHR0cHM6Ly9hdGxh/cy1kZXYuczMuYW1h/em9uYXdzLmNvbS91/cGxvYWRzL2Fzc2V0/cy8zYmZkMWNhNWRm/NzcxYjJjMzVfUm9j/ayBGb29kIFRhYmxl/Mi5qcGc.jpg

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

Clogged (an acrostic poem)

Image: foxsanantonio.com/resources/media/8e111b18-b5e9-4e8d-8c9f-124aca2edb3e-large1x1_DumpHouse.jpg

Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape

Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts

Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections

Giving him no chance to respond to her questions

Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders

Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips

Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost

Operate (an acrostic poem)

https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/032/634/843/large/rahul-singh-wrecking-ball-crane6.jpg

Old things had to make way for the new

Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall

Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned

Reducing the old structure into historic rubble

And she knew she was good at what she was doing

The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection

Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story

Soul (an acrostic poem)

Image: images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/4/2018/07/iStock_93422569_XLARGE-a72a8a2.jpg

Sold that ratty old thing on the black market

Of course they didn’t realize what they were getting

Until they took possession.  Buyers beware.

Leaving my red haired head, cracked halo, and broken black wings one PlayStation 5 richer.

Mint (an acrostic poem)

Image: blogs.iadb.org/caribbean-dev-trends/wp-content/uploads/sites/34/2017/12/Blockchain1.jpg

Making so much money on NFTs

It made him think of those old-timers using a printing press

Nowadays, counterfeiting was so old school

The new thing was blockchain where could create money just like the…