Hark, Hallow Dark my dear pal, Titans Mars
rally Martian stars, tag team game Play--Card
Black, Naturals -- rare place reason, Blackguard
quandary, battlescarred, halt? Pass? Have cigars?
Smart-aleck, hmm! facial--compact, boxcars,
ugh! gawdawful. Beauty Triathalon,
He'll be back straightaway, mayhaps papers?
Your facial pasted atop Front page! Bazaars
trains, sidecars, racecars, famous! Alas, Shawn,
lad go faraway places, imagine!
Wanted to ... look balanced, thats it, smart-like
Cameras I take it! Fair and Square, dawn
speaking of that man, time has no passion
I want you meet mama, familylike
Categories:
sidecars, analogy,
Form: Italian Sonnet
cc to my husband
Put me beside THAT one, just as you
put us, nightly--side by side psychic
sidecars, as unlikely a coupling
hitched to your engine as any, chugging
in the long haul, for better or worse
as the contract read, and we said Yes,
more or less honoring the rules,
no worse than any others.
No ashes, please, but let the knife
on the mortician's table take spleen,
liver, the bean-shaped efficacy of kidneys,
and the worn out heart (so many times
broken) to tell the tale-- those
important organs that kept me running
toward good destination: to join you,
husband, in an embrace of bones.
Categories:
sidecars, husband, introspection, me,
Form: Free verse