Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

The pressure on us was something immense:to make suffering beautiful our task,to carve meaning onto friezes so tense,whereupon stone figures frolic and frisk:Relief was low, evasive and sunken, like a fleet of overburdened cruise shipsthat merged … Continue reading →

The sweetest songs used to stick in my earsas smoke did to freshen up used jacketsthat were never washed but with spilled out beers,before the bans soaked the barroom markets:There was a stallion in the ranks of men, with a pungent voice and a nob… Continue reading →

Lapses in arbitration are the norminside the plastic bubbles of forced thoughtsgroveling to the six senses, fraught with formand friendly misfirings – the bliss of doubts:One’s joy is the other’s twice-swallowed tongue, bifurcated in esophageal bu… Continue reading →

I latched onto the word “prefect” last nightin a dream that rattled me in its ease,its flow. I saw clouds roll across the lightlike an addiction to pleasure-as-breeze:The Ocean must keep singing forever, and the tropical plastic-y sound wavesreawa… Continue reading →

There were Parchman Farms and now Parchman Pens,and my face grows fat as I search withinfor a means to progress despite the senseI get when I push my mind into sin:I was captivated by the lightness of skin – not color, you perverts, but weight;I m… Continue reading →

Am I really so twisted that I seecolor that isn’t and hungers unslaked,and flavors unsavored, fresh miseryaccorded to inkblots and whispers faked?:There are at least two rules one must follow in this world of gardens and of dungeons:”Stay out of t… Continue reading →

Through diamond panels, the light crashes in,and the wet wind whirls and wooshes outside;the metal tongue lies in practice again,striving for the fragrant taste of the bride:New patterns unfold with a certain spice that piques the palette with bro… Continue reading →

I flicked a switch and then the sound shatteredall around my feet, and I heard the voiceof passion — never logic — unfetteredby the windless escutcheoned sails of choice:Each shard was like a new meaning explained by dint of feel, never fear of … Continue reading →

Filaments were broken, fingers retracedand the maps were useless, the charts were blank;The mindless consortium of class replacedby the intestinal quiver of kink:The plants were not yellowed, the soil was moist, and the birds hawked and prayed in … Continue reading →

In the marginal trace of the paper,I am empty and full, foul and emptiedof that feeling, that instinct, that taperto spark a dream out of the yellow seed:I hear the gambol of the watery drops titter on golden strings of baseness,making movements s… Continue reading →