Sonnet #2
Oh what dark and misty morn
To twist and fight and tame thee
To rip asunder and leave torn
The definition maybe
Enightened, clock and hour time
A stab within the bottle
A merriment of whim and rhyme
At once both wrought and cottled
A furious future frenzied past
A twig upon the pyre
The dark eternal free at last
And all now see the liar
To verse and song and turn of phrase
The immortal spirit forever lazed
Oh what dark and misty morn
To twist and fight and tame thee
To rip asunder and leave torn
The definition maybe
Enightened, clock and hour time
A stab within the bottle
A merriment of whim and rhyme
At once both wrought and cottled
A furious future frenzied past
A twig upon the pyre
The dark eternal free at last
And all now see the liar
To verse and song and turn of phrase
The immortal spirit forever lazed
That's it. I think most of it rhymes...
1 comment:
So, let me get this straight. You wrote this while in the bathroom, supposedly using the toliet, at a public event?
Odd place, but I guess one can never control when the writing bug strikes.
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