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Suicide Sonnet II

Despair’s inflated & elevated

No matter how rarefied the pathway

People are by reality anchored

Some souls see costly damage lives assay

“Look!” I whisper, “see the unhappiness

Flirting across her stoic countenance?”

(The sensitive see other souls’ undress

It is how they obscure their reluctance)

Some brave souls hide their sadness with swagger

Others in style’s fashionable package

Rest assured under its weight they stagger

As they try to rummage & hope salvage

Please! when you hear of someone’s suicide

Know that you have the same despair ins

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Caring’s Mendacity Sonnet

What hurts the most is our attempts to care

Or, more, it is our desire to appear

Like we want to help others to forebear

(& the cruelty of life to forswear)

This protection of our ego’s standing

In the maelstrom of our society

Is a clumsy attempt at demanding

The golden award of propriety

I heard someone say in Paris one time:

“You cannot save both your face and your ass”

The drunk who uttered these sage words sublime

Knew that posh nobility should come last

You have read 12 lines of my thinking rhymed

In which, on my ego, I’ve dropped a dime

Electric Door Sonnet

The perils of modernity are sloth

We have to walk from humanity’s troth

What is easiest is rarely the best

Honest work distinguishes from the rest

So skip the escalator take the steps

For this is how the worthy earn their reps

Every gadget that you are given

Will diminish your goals to be striven

The easier your bosses make your life

Will only cause someone or you more strife

So walk the road less traveled if you can

For this is how to be a better man

No one is ever selling better lives

Each bit of assistance cuts you like knives

Obscuring With Beauty

People learn things exceedingly slowly

Rarely understanding implications

Situations’ implications wholly

Searching out oversimplifications

Create palatable realities

Of noble & honorable people

Obscuring all of our venalities

We’re praying towards a false clapboard steeple

We resent all the unflattering news

Rejecting both the friendly & snarky

Rather than try to accept painful truths

That might let wisdom’s bold knowledge mark thee

Most people hide from their identity

When it doesn’t their ego benefit

New Year’s Sonnet 2018

Each year has no beginning or finish

These are fictions we comfort ourselves with

We are on an endless strip möbius

Enjoy that we just have today to twist

What do I have the most gratitude for

At the arbitrary end of this year?

Is it the events that went my way more?

Or the tribulations that I endured?

Scribbled on 2017’s reverse

Will be a year of radical events

2018 will be One we won’t curse

For life’s generosity will relent

3 Stanzas & a couplet I give you

An old Sonnet to observe the world through

Alabama’s Small Win Sonnet

Ere we give too much in celebration

Over Senator Jones’s victory

The constitution needs meditation

The man who almost won is history

Thomas Jefferson & his old Posse

Denied “establishment of religion”

But, as is their wont, the faithful are bossy

(This Alabama porch monkey near won!)

Remember the country’s in the soft hands

Of oligarchy who deny us crumbs

Driving to work in your car understand

Long ago the battle was won by bums

Demand what we gave 1940s whites

Tax the fucking rich & demand your rights

Paper Maché Identity Sonnet

The remnants of my dreams cling in fragments

Like the torn strips of wetted news paper

Soaked in Wheatepaste and glue to be pliant

I’m only a paper maché cover

The pasteboard mask that I present to you

Made up of the finest linen paper

Is a simulacrum that is untrue

Made to help me pull off this bold caper

Who is anything more than a puppet

Strings leading up to the bold puppeteer

(Or a hand reaching up to control it?)

Once we know this we can play without fear

The script that we are performing each day

Was written long ago & far away