Blank Verse Sonnet Concluded by a Pure Rhyme and an Impure Rhyme
What happens when I win is what the movie
Said happens what the video okay
Said TheCreation of a Unified
Reich that’s what happens what does that mean reich
It’s German they have done tremendous things
That’s all it means it’s German like the Ger
-man word for country we are gonna be
One country you America you know
You know what one means one means no more jobs
Will go to immigrants one means our troops will
Clean up the border unified that’s one
You hear it one in the un one country un
Country I win one reich a thousand years
From now they won’t believe what happened here
Petrarchan Sonnet on the Electrified Sea
Picture a boat whatever boat a yacht
Okay real big don’t picture a canoe
No two -man fishing boat the sky is blue
Beautiful day no clouds and it’s just hot
Enough you’re shirtless on the deck you’ve got
A Diet Coke on the table next to you
Sweating the can looks beautiful a new
One and the pretty stewardess right brought
It smiling you’re about to drink it but
The yacht is green folks powered by a bat
-tery a huge one and it sinks now what’
Cause there’s a shark too sharks like sun too that
Shark’s tan lean hungry you get eaten or
Get fried who’s left to save the planet for.
Building and Farther Plume Seen from a Train
The plume as tall as taller than the building
How far a mile apart each each or now
I’m passing them I’m closer now they might be
Three miles apart the building from the plume
The plume distinct because it is a building
Flying it is a cloud refusing sleep
Most of its body from the base up till
The head assents and sways and drifts away
Plume of waste seen from the train but from the train
From farther off the plume had seemed to rise
Beside the building and I had to guess
The mile but as I passed was watching passed
They stepped themselves unchanged apart the space
Between them changed the angle of the plume’s
Head I could see it better tilted more
Dramatically away than I had thought
As if against the wishes of its body
The head would lie back down on the earth would dream
That had once been a part of the earth before
Being ground to bits or pounded flat or shredded
Then burned then burned then burned because no soul
Escapes the smoke is not a soul escaping
I do not see souls flashing in the smoke
But even so I see the physical
Beauty of the plume of waste the dreaming head
Reclining yet reclining to become
More cloud but whiter than a cloud soft wind
Brushing away a mesa made of sugar
Sky shining through the feathered edges sugar
Bleached white with bone char white as bone can bleach it
