Sonnet
Sonnet to the Sacred Hole
Far too many love-songs do not really
speak of love. They deal with fuckness fickle —
light infatuation, never deeply
sucking on the temple’s golden nipple. Read the rest of this entry »
Nothing to Offer but my Words [sonnet]
Please walk with me, but only if you dare;
for I have naught to offer but my words.
That’s all I have left in this world to share
(although, for some, I know that this disturbs). Read the rest of this entry »
Whatever Happened to Joy? [triple sonnet]
“Whatever happened to joy?”, said the voice
inside my head, as I surveyed the crowd
before me who had made their fateful choice.
[That they were created, they disavowed]. Read the rest of this entry »
Evidence of Psychic Injury, part 1 [new sonnet]
“We’re equal”, spat the woman to the man.
“Whatever you can do, I also can.
We’re just the same”, she said, with venom voice.
“The only difference is I have less choice”. Read the rest of this entry »
A Sonnet to the Surge of Love
You say you want to build a wall to keep
yourself intact and all intruders out.
The price you’ll pay for that will not come cheap
(although you’ll give some guys the runabout). Read the rest of this entry »
The Time-Traveller’s Treason [double sonnet]
It’s treason for a traveller of time
to put down granite roots as if to stay.
Inserting more than tent pegs here’s a crime.
The secret truth is this: Life’s just a day!
Therefore, three years is merely but an hour
and every year is twenty minutes flat.
Such knowledge spirit-vision should empower;
new thrust to carpe diem and all that. Read the rest of this entry »
Bursting the Bubble! [new sonnet]
It’s easy in this life to soon become
a creature of our habits (safety first).
But repetition only makes us dumb —
stuck in a bubble which, in time, will burst. Read the rest of this entry »
Burning Bridges [double-sonnet]
When burning bridges (so they say!) caution
should be exercised lest finding ways back
proves impossible – in disproportion –
compared to all the short-cuts on the track. Read the rest of this entry »
Sonnet for Shoreline Girls
On all the broken pavements where I’ve strode
and tripped on their uneven paving stones,
the cloudbursts which ensued have overflowed
and made a chill within my damp old bones. Read the rest of this entry »
Sonnet for Normals
“I’m not normal”, she said. I didn’t care:
For there can no such thing as normal be.
Against such narrow ways we must beware;
allow me to explain (and here’s the key!). Read the rest of this entry »
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