Tag Archives: Sonnet

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Posted on November 3, 2017 by urbansonnets

I’m too sleepy to write, but let’s plunge in to this artichoke heart lines, lime rhymes, and vinaigrette verse stirred with a truncheon that I took from the Law due to my crimes. I don’t know what is happening in … Continue reading →

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363

Posted on October 31, 2017 by urbansonnets

My students make it rain with Uno cards, a creative solution for the lack of ones in a community “Spanish,” “black,” where broken windows become broken shards. What exactly does that mean? I don’t know except that rupture begets more … Continue reading →

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362

Posted on October 31, 2017 by urbansonnets

Bureaucracy has forced me into shame: sign this, print that, do not forget, submit by hand, by mail, by god, by law, by writ: I give up, I give in, I withdraw my formal name from consideration of acceptance. Let … Continue reading →

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361

Posted on October 30, 2017 by urbansonnets

When all the old rhymes cease to move and the heartbeat’s leathery bark chokes the mind from much-needed spark, what is left for the soul to prove? When humid downpours saturate brown silted streets, drowning pollen and dreams, while my … Continue reading →

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360

Posted on October 25, 2017 by urbansonnets

Corridors crammed with saucy self-concept likely to spill on the linoleum floor: “You got something to eat? Give me some. Thanks, good looks”: we are most likely inept Passion, patience. Green-yellow leaves fighting off winter in this hollow hill of … Continue reading →

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359

Posted on October 23, 2017 by urbansonnets

If anyone out there can hear the beat of my thickened heart inside my flooded chest, I ask (well aware that my life was blessed) for pity before my final defeat, at the hands of my words, my mind, my … Continue reading →

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358 (Trump Trump)

Posted on August 16, 2017 by urbansonnets

Trump Trump, trump Trump, trump Trump, trump Trump, trump Trump dump Trump, dump Trump, dump Trump, dumb Trump, dump Trump “You rollin’ like Trump, you get your meat lumped.” Lump Trump, lump Trump, lump Trump, lump Trump, lump Trump: Punk … Continue reading →

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