Ha, I neglected (despite my intentions when I began writing this) to spell out why exactly I ever took up my pen/cil to write.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXIV)
He asked if I've a book out (cuz tis sense),
And when I said "no," like in sheer betrayl
I did not care much, he knew that detail
Was not much to me, eh? And thinking hence,
O wherefore did I ever write? Why thence
Work over-time to fund a book t'avail
Ha! not the world cuz they don't care, in pale
Scuse--vanity? when glory is pretense?
He's got a chapbook published is't? In poor
Scuse I've a pile of mouldered dreams all do
But mock. Yes, marriage and a book in tour
Of MY work; stanzas in the thousands too,
Done up to suit my taste--none'd buy as twere
'Cept one or two friends. Laugh at me, will you?
26Apr19d
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
Ha, I neglected (despite my intentions when I began writing this) to spell out why exactly I ever took up my pen/cil to write.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXIV)
He asked if I've a book out (cuz tis sense),
And when I said "no," like in sheer betrayl
I did not care much, he knew that detail
Was not much to me, eh? And thinking hence,
O wherefore did I ever write? Why thence
Work over-time to fund a book t'avail
Ha! not the world cuz they don't care, in pale
Scuse--vanity? when glory is pretense?
He's got a chapbook published is't? In poor
Scuse I've a pile of mouldered dreams all do
But mock. Yes, marriage and a book in tour
Of MY work; stanzas in the thousands too,
Done up to suit my taste--none'd buy as twere
'Cept one or two friends. Laugh at me, will you?
26Apr19d
The "he" in L1 and etc is Ken Jackson, a fellow in our local poetry "club."
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