#mms
...want M&M's right now!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDXIX)
Out where a fragile silence listens, pale
Sweet minutes on their honour as suspense
Hangs like the rick'ty signboard of what hence
Shall cough ere giving voice, yes, in that frail
Calm rain does not quite tiptoe through t'avail,
The voiceless naught is keenly for intents
Half harking to what we don't hear from thence
In all our haste to be, I search for bail.
Old pools of water, silver-faced, don't stir,
And crickets gently fiddle; cars pass through,
Truck sans a care, weeds look too yellow to
Be ransomed, and the eaves drip. Oh, what were
We thinking, really? Death knocks 'gain in tour
Yet we feign not to notice. Ah, what's new?
30Sep18a
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
(or, what I did 02Mar19PM)
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXLIII)
Crunch M&M's whilst listning to, t'avail,
Karl Lagerfeld on lo, his craft and thence
Why he scorned social media for intents:
Cuz artists need to keep the channels they'll
Use to inspire such feats as we'll in frail
Excuse half worship clear of aught else hence,
Which I have learned ere now in sheer defense
Of this mine own work, whence erm, nod, t'exhale.
Chanel and Fendi lost a master fer
Their grand success these decades, likeas to
Effect they'll never know again in tour,
Methinks. Ah, Shakespeare, Shelley, long gone too,
Carl Philippe um, Emmanuel Bach--what were
We thinking was ahead? Mars candy'd do.
03Mar19a
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC