you were a jack, and i the Queen of spades,
the day they broke her majesties away.
they could not tell, the words came much too dear,
about what some poor innocent had here
endured, with but a fleeting breath,
and looked upon the very face of death.
she knew not where or how he would attend,
or whether she had minutes left to mend,
but only that this body he would rend.
the sand grew hot as glass and just as gloss
and nevermore the sower cast his lot
among the salt of sea and sea of swine.
a pillow's crest may touch your cheek,
but never will that cheek meet mine.
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"conceived 17 Jan 2009"
the rhyme scheme is weird, and the closing couplet is not in iambic pentameter, but i didn't write this one: it came through me. i don't feel it would be right to mess with those things.
the sonnet number is question-marked because i'm convinced that i lost one somewhere and it will turn up eventually.
1 comment:
Ah that brings back memmories. I really like that one one even though it is wonky. It is interesting. Pssstt. btw, this is the other you. And I couldn't coment on fb, but I like the new fowhawk pictures under the "hot tranny mess album". ^.^
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