Saturday, November 13, 2010

Untitled Verse for the Girl at the Cafe

Wisps of lives content
Blink of an internal smile
The whole afternoon spent
Sunset thoughts for a mile

Polite replies, my id’s descent
Worldliness, an outdated style?
What romance could I ever invent?
To challenge beauty, so futile

Duress'd writing, with no relent
Fogged judgment, the whole Nile
My nurtured verse, without consent
In her own world she remains content 

Monday, November 1, 2010


I am Ronnet, forgotten by all for
That bastard Sonnet.  Let the emphasis
Fall where it may; let your words smoothly pour.
Iambs you worship while I show the kiss.
Servants of the couplet, blind to my passion.
I will never kill your most perfect lines.
No love, no evil will I soon ration.
Your prose not deployed to hungry mines.
Reveal yourself! Why wait for the couplet?
Must you detain your naked emotion
So your dreamed kisses are no longer wet?
Arousal restrained thwarts culmination.
Sonnet! You nourished my heart, then starved it.
The embodiment of love? Ha! Just a cheap hustler!