“The sonnet is best used for deep contemplation
and profound pondering.” — Vivien Lesbertizin-Smith
“The Sonnet as Prayer to God”
“I saw a child/ with a hideous
mouth,/ begging” — Mary Oliver
Ponder on this, asshole — jumpsquiffling
and stop ganking others. No greencollar
respects Flakespeare. Save me from your freakin’
oldfolkals, Save me from one more self-pleased
poet all gwee from seein’ some diseased,
homeless, poor, raped, mad, deadie – no fuckin’
karmageddon fartburn sterile Boomer
pleased as punch opling others’ suffering
deserves to ever use that metaphor.
FUBAR others — others/ others — rob them
blind. You are lessless word donor, moremore
vart. Ill wind. Vomitous over your poem.
Robert Johnson loathed how Led Zeppelin
got rich off his songs. “That’s no blues, that’s sin.”
memories of my ghost sista 