I Miss You...
Like high school tennis practice after classes
at the midpoint of May; so at the peak
of blurry vision owing foggy glasses
owing a humid leak (of which I won’t speak
lest my knees weakly wobble, side to side,
as they did when Coach Notis would tell us
what failed to kill us - when nobody died
or tripped over lines of his murderous
suicide drill - was done incorrectly -
which in turn led me to question this
passion of mine, stern and directly,
returned to me answered configured like this:
Why risk your manhood and furrier balls
for something where love all means nothing at all?).
Categories:
notis, i miss you, silly,
Form: Sonnet
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Saffron grains of sand wedged into the crescent lines
Marking these wisdoms palms....
Ultraviolets consignment rising from the moisture gathering
In vassalages, editio cum notis ~
Propagations voice amid the spectrums gradatious hues
These prisms pirouetting in twine to times, omnipresence....
Proscriberes, afore the sage of Potents finalities decree; finis!?
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“El cardos numerus; `superventre.”
Categories:
notis, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?