For thirteen long years he patiently wooed,
A giant wedding ring his orbit traced,
For scornful Saturn’s hand he vainly flew,
Despairing, into a death plunge he blazed,
Near to his true flame, at long last, he drew.
- In remembrance of the Cassini spacecraft -
Categories:
cassini, devotion, eulogy, faith, flying,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
Mommy and I have to eat home cooked meals
At the restaurant
Because mommy is determined to keep up this
Fam’ly front.
No one can know we live in misery.
Though we wear Oleg Cassini and
Carry a Coach purse
We live in love’s poverty.
I think I’m getting an ulcer.
But, she eats slow
And I clean my plate
Don’t want to get home too early
We want to waste time
And get home very late
We eat out almost every night
To make people think everythings alright
I no longer ask why she doesn’t confess
And try to get us out of this mess.
She just feels she’ll never be blessed
And she wants to keep her designer suits
And bags…
She thinks she’s trapped
And it’s all very sad…
And
I think I’m getting an ulcer…
Categories:
cassini, abuse, childhood, crazy, family,
Form: Rhyme