Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Irregular Sonnet

 

I’d died a thousand faces to find you;

beating social scum defaced by pain;

a dreary clown in hives rebuked anew;

running faster to unlatch dens of shame. 

I’d unlock if to find an encrypt key;

some skull-tunnel such reaching bark;

by root of essence sun mystic tree;

purer loquats purer fruits unsewn art.

I’d died a zillion spaces to hold you;

if rocket chain by gut to cry, I hear:

tenser walls, sullen charms, ink blue;

cryptic solace into sore violent tear.

the attic has clauses certain raw tares;

reigning ghosts, goblins, unmet scares.  

PS.

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