Four Sonnets of Petrarchan Origin

Instinct's Limbo

Cardinal my eyes on you. Vector of flight

fixates on the small; the morpheme of word.

Ginger mouth bird pecks at the eaves. Lurid

never meshed with love. She's low magic. Sleight

of hand lust. You're told it's sex, but we blight

it with need. Again her desires deferred

to the Light, Goodness. Dug from sand, the sherd,

a stem broken from stone emotion. Sight

unseen. Instinct for sex, akin to death.

Tree trunks, light poles, bridges, call us to swerve.

A crash, a bend, a splash. We are bereft

of the compulsion to love and connect,

knowing only destruction. Beg to curve

peaks; I should be nude in valleys of breath.

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My Clock in Your Throat

Infatuated with Man’s time-keeping 

clock and Time’s second-hand cock, I devour 

your rumination of maintained succor 

in the face of Your destruction. Limping 

legs buckle under the stress of reaping 

the stack of Calendars’ unbound power. 

Why can’t Drag Queens moderate story hour?

Every voyeur won’t be caught peeping 

on the vanilla dishwashing habit

you share in the dim light of just morning. 

My ass is ample, so go on, grab it

with a needy grip. Milne and Pooh’s Rabbit 

was too busy to heed the Wood’s warning,

we’ll burn on the planet we inhabit 

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Beyond the Pale refers to Fences not Flesh

Beyond the picket pale I stand wary

Your gesticulations give breath to sky

Who am I outside of your glorify?

Blissful states transformed to ordinary

The shrines provide turmoil to my query

Dominion of Law caused God’s ossify

Wombs jammed with your coercive mystify

Pomegranate tongue translates as cherry

I know this nave and its interior

The muscled throat that swallows you whole

Each who enters becomes a carrier

From girl to mother, boy to warrior

Man turned God to general of the shoal

Somewhere I became unsure of your lore

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Rap Sonnet (written in 2012)

Make a deal on my meat. Phone the pink haired

vampire to eat your feelings. Sober kill

the sweaty sane with your spades face. Hold still

and follow the addict's track. You're not spared

from the Third Eye's thirst. Your welcome is weared

out but your little sister's burnin'. Pill

buying Christ. Gun holdin' Shiva. Fulfill

what I say to bring the break. Baudelaired

by Twitter. Slaked by diggers. Destruction

man traps your ghouls, keeps your killers. Mirror

me in shades, I'll see your one corruption.

High stakes Motorolla seeks encryption.

Roll over the one percent. Come nearer

to human. Dead don't watch television.