Saturday, June 15, 2013

Sonnet #50

the second infusion
is always smoother --

can't do that with coffee,
a one-trick pony

that gallops quickly
to your main vein.

I was once in love
with a poetry lady

but her best poems
got lost in a flood

and I regret being
so self-obsessed

all those years --
all those trying years.

6/15/2013

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