Ye never need the finer details so here are a few for mystique.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXIX)
Dad's vacuum coffee *** stands in the frail
And ghastly eye of Sunday's wee hours, dense
Calm not at all asleep, but poised from hence
Likeas a tiger waiting in betrayl
To spring upon the first noise breaching pale
Erm, silence' freighted null. We don't breathe thence,
Nor shift within our beds...til dawn's bright sense
Of "it's a new day!" draws the curtains, hale.
I slept through his alarm and maunt bestir
Til late, cuz slumber was a thing chased through
Sae many hours, I mourned sleep would not cure
My soul of aught. And Dad's now grinding, true
To form, espresso beans, tae pull shots per
Our Sunday wont. What of the dream I knew?
28Apr19a
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
Ye never need the finer details so here are a few for mystique.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXIX)
Dad's vacuum coffee *** stands in the frail
And ghastly eye of Sunday's wee hours, dense
Calm not at all asleep, but poised from hence
Likeas a tiger waiting in betrayl
To spring upon the first noise breaching pale
Erm, silence' freighted null. We don't breathe thence,
Nor shift within our beds...til dawn's bright sense
Of "it's a new day!" draws the curtains, hale.
I slept through his alarm and maunt bestir
Til late, cuz slumber was a thing chased through
Sae many hours, I mourned sleep would not cure
My soul of aught. And Dad's now grinding, true
To form, espresso beans, tae pull shots per
Our Sunday wont. What of the dream I knew?
28Apr19a
And now, whomever will may watch the wild unravelling of Jennifer's attempts to...what, again? First day of the week, and I didn't sonneteer about everything. But read the diary pages and it's hardly a secret by Thursday night...
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