Monday, June 24, 2013

Sonnet 95 -- Footnote in Some History Archival


Sonnet 95 -- Footnote in Some History Archival

Real life is about cleaning the damned house
Cooking meals and washing the damned dishes
I have no children or beloved spouse
It grows too late to make three more wishes
I am not smart enough for you, my love
I do not possess your dazzling talents
But you aren’t good enough for me, sweet Dove
You would never keep it inside your pants
So here I stand with dishes needing washed
Papers to shred…a muffler to replace
Worried about daring a rhyme of “frost”
While the sags and wrinkles demean my face
All we can hope for is raw survival
Footnotes in some history archival

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