(as appeared in Tucumcari Literary Review)
pseudo-modern sonnet for my archaic muse
         (such as she is)


i find i find the meaning of success
between Elijah and elegiac;
therein there lies my happiness
with the dreams denied insomniacs.
i'm down on down to brassy tacks
and tacky brass old friends are wearing;
languid language should they lack,
but bear-like, bare their teeth in swearing.

care not i for eyesore, caring
for Thee long; my eye and i
doth know the worth of knowing daring,
and sighting, side along Thy side.
i should, that should i burn for thee,
ride fire to fire my piety.
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