Now that Shaw has gone and linked me, I guess I really should post some content up in here.



But I'm busy.



So, join me in embracing mediocrity as I make my first foray into the world of poetry (Aaron& Tricia,you might want to look away). Here are some sonnets I've written for my poetic forms class:





Bargain Basement Poe



Freud tells us that love is a recalling

Of sweet unspoken needs by mother met;

When the heart, alight, is through love soaring

It rides a sniveling, poopy infant jet.

And Ovid sings of satyr Marsyas

Who by Apollo flayed, his outsides in,

Sensed the truth we know when love’s upon us:

We are not the masters of our skin.

I never had a kiss that I, rememb’ring

Could feel again as warm, and not corpse cold.

O warmth! O kiss-heat! Abet forgetting

(Forget that I will die, that you’ll grow old).

Just sit with me a while, infant lover,

Your sweet kinder-corpse hand in my own.

And tell me that our lives are far from over --

I need to call my mother. Where’s the phone?



Bargain Basement Shakespeare (the Earl Of Oggsford)



Shall I compare thee to a Tuber-rose?

Thou are’t not an age restricted product

Inhaled into an unsuspecting nose

(An odd feeling - nicotine in bile duct).

Your presence, though, at best disquieting

An untraceable tick’ling in the night

Lingers sweetly, preciously inspiring

A world at once asunder and aright.

Smelling rain, a memory of your sweater

Cheek to blue wool shoulder in the night

A promise to be here, in this moment

And a blessing, interrupting - Gesundheidt

From floating dust condens'd, the heart inspired

You -- though smokeless -- kindle smold'ring fire.