Apr 2019
So get used to it.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCLXXVI)
"They" swear you should write at all hours, fr'intents,
But oh! what swore it wanted voice t'avail
At nearly midnight left me with, to scale,
Its acrid taste upon my tongue for sense
Ere dawn could settle on just whither hence,
The memry's chalkboard smudged, but NOT in pale
Excuse at all erased, alas. Go hail
Some taxi to the edge of town, and whence?
I pick 'non through the rubble of as twere
Now oer a decade of romance I rue
Attempts at, sighing. Dredge up hopes I'd bestir
Oer whom, was't? back then, cuz it all fell through.
Those kisses, dates--all soured. I'm left in tour
Lo, an olde maid, where dawn won't even woo.
13Apr19b
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCLXXVI)
"They" swear you should write at all hours, fr'intents,
But oh! what swore it wanted voice t'avail
At nearly midnight left me with, to scale,
Its acrid taste upon my tongue for sense
Ere dawn could settle on just whither hence,
The memry's chalkboard smudged, but NOT in pale
Excuse at all erased, alas. Go hail
Some taxi to the edge of town, and whence?
I pick 'non through the rubble of as twere
Now oer a decade of romance I rue
Attempts at, sighing. Dredge up hopes I'd bestir
Oer whom, was't? back then, cuz it all fell through.
Those kisses, dates--all soured. I'm left in tour
Lo, an olde maid, where dawn won't even woo.
13Apr19b
I swear truly: NOBODY comprehends what the term "******" signifies. Every last man thinks, "Oh, you must be dying to be ******, my girl!" When that's not the case. And I'm sick of being used by scoundrels. That means you.
