Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Capricious squirming turgid universe
As poetry month screeches to a conclusion, we present a special treat: a poem (if it deserves the designation) actually written by me. This is a sonnet constructed from the magnetic poetry kits on my refrigerator years ago, which I found simply too priceless to allow to slide into oblivion. You might think that some of these words aren't part of the standard magnetic-poetry collection, but I had the pretentious pedant expander kit (naturally).
I listen morning unrequited darkOkay, so I was a bit too slavishly iambic, but happily made little attempt to rhyme. Enjoy it, this won't be a regular feature.