a Sonnet is an invincible artifact. Sappho’s line endured by our Calo. C/S

Dear Sonnet, why was it always your Form

I sought without seeking? It’s such a Hold-

Over so why use It you ask? None other

do I have within reach, and this one controls

my mind, my thinking, my rhyme, my being:

it is all of the Mass of an Atom, it's Oxygen

Ozone and Nitrous, a Carbon Family.  YesseY

We are at a midway point a Window

or a Mirror.  Far too long has there Been

the Sound and Reason mantra and the Drawl
of Hate it Expounds by Self-Mimicry.

We know our way around Staunch Semantics.

The Sonnet's an invincible Art/Fact:

Sappho endures in Calo, C/S.  

Sonneteering Sucks! Oh Yeah? Goen try Some of It

Welcome to the Wordshop, Bienvenidos,
all are invited; its Shakespearean.
Five hundred years old ain't that, um, tired?
Why bother with counting words in a line?
How boring and stupid. What's up with that?
Okay, alright, all of you Wordiers,
you've got plenty to say to your Teacher.
You're disrupting the class. Take a break get
back in 10 minutes everyone. Now back
to what I was saying to spur all your
resistances. Sonnets, yes, they are so
antiquated. But, there's the reason
we might have some Pentameter 'round here.
Practice your steps before you audition.

Baudelairian Sex Worker (Chill, its just Poetry)

Seres in Retrospect on Orders of Venus for Pluto’s Rape of Her Daughter~~Don’t Know why I’d do it in a Sonnet WTF.

Be Careful with Four Word’sful letters by

Someones who sign by the Claims, All the Best.

Take PreCaution, if its Marked with SwordSSrowS

Of the Industry that’s gone KooKoo

KaRooh.  It’s So Fancy, Sure, and Able

With Clutches of Wine, Sex, and Bleu Cheeses.

So I’m Baudelaire’s Whore Mistress I am

I wouldn’t be Yours and I’d rather Do

my part for those who don't need Three Degrees

to Handle the Business of Protecting

Good from Uncivil, Lecherous, Greedy,

Joy Killers whose Asses Drip with La Merde

Yes, it is.  It’s All over, You. I’m Clean.

I am a Baudelairian Whore Try what You

Can. Chasten me?  I'm No Longer Human.

How John McCain Cried for Mercy though He was Not Merciful

I’m John McCain after I’m dead. Ha ha!
I’m not around to suffer my shame. Dreams
of Youth? Psshaw! Gays can’t be open, or Armed!
As for Immigrants, I’ll meet you in hell.


The Angel of Mercy interrupted
his speech, “Hola, proud Juanito, recall
the words you spoke at your Fillibuster?
the Tea Party has good reason. So suck


on this Americans (Sarah Palin
in 2012!) I won’t allow Dreamers
or Hopefuls to find a Situation
that’s Less Painful. There's no justice for all!"


Then he sent him to the Desert all Alone:
"Here's your chance to cross it... Got Coyote?”