| (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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