Mar 2019
Or...mebbe it does.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXXVI)
Tis Shostakovich. As the trumpet thence
Seeps through my consciousness likeas t'would hail
With soothing strains I'd just as lief avail
Me of as not, in lieu of fretted sense,
What whispers to my soul to, "listen hence."?
I canna fix the nagging thought's detail
Which harps upon the ache naught salve in pale
Excuse; tis sweet to have that note fr'intents.
Men squirm if you talk babies, as it were.
I spose they want time in her *******, to
Effect whatever in themselves. But her?
She wants to be a mother. That won't do,
Now, lady. So I shrug, feign like's not poor,
That I don't give a hoot. But I do, too.
15Mar19c
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXXVI)
Tis Shostakovich. As the trumpet thence
Seeps through my consciousness likeas t'would hail
With soothing strains I'd just as lief avail
Me of as not, in lieu of fretted sense,
What whispers to my soul to, "listen hence."?
I canna fix the nagging thought's detail
Which harps upon the ache naught salve in pale
Excuse; tis sweet to have that note fr'intents.
Men squirm if you talk babies, as it were.
I spose they want time in her *******, to
Effect whatever in themselves. But her?
She wants to be a mother. That won't do,
Now, lady. So I shrug, feign like's not poor,
That I don't give a hoot. But I do, too.
15Mar19c
One of my brothers called to ask me a question about women, haha, cuz he's a man and I'm a woman and some girl friend of his claimed something, so.... and in all the chatter which ensued, he assured me most men are actually jerks, get used to it. What, after that? "Marry who you want." Dandy. Now, whom? Yes, laugh until your sides ache.
P.S. Sorry about the rather explicit note in L10...that's how one of my uncles phrased in it warning my dad years ago that even church was not the greatest place to look for dating.
P.S. Sorry about the rather explicit note in L10...that's how one of my uncles phrased in it warning my dad years ago that even church was not the greatest place to look for dating.
