After H.D.’s Sea Rose

Yellow, safety yellow,
embedded and with grid of bubbles,
landing mat, anti-slip,
hard of wearing,

more present-to-hand
than a handrail
running down stairs—
you are just lying there.

Rectangular, with three squares,
you are engaged in the concrete,
you are recessed
in the figure-hugging matwell
that eliminates trip hazard.

Can the yellow rose
fulfil such well-wishes
secured in a walkway?
 

 
Link to H.D.’s Sea Rose <<< there.

Paradox of the Slug and Some Vagaries

One road toll hike per quarter at 1% compounding
   doesn’t make a slug—
that is to say, one toll road user paying hikes of (1 + 0.04/4) ^ (4*1)
   doesn’t take a slug.
 
If one (1 + 0.04/4) ^ (4*1) road toll hike
   doesn’t slug a wallet,
then one toll road operator taking (1 + 0.04/4) ^ (4*2) thru (4*30)
   doesn’t rake a slug.
 
There are two kinds of criminal in most creative circles:
Those who counterfeit the coin, and those who fake a slug.
 
In 30 years from now I like to think I’ve laid a claim
to posterity–a pointy stick with which to stake a slug;
 
but the best a man can hope for is a wobble
in reality with which to shake a slug.
 

Bad Eye

I visited my shrink, said I’m sure I just need glasses–
I can fake a smile with my good eye
but the other one’s forgetting
how to apperceive the lie.

That’s excellent! she beamed. We’re making progress.
It’s a sign you have an eye now on the future.