"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Friday, April 30, 2004

Obligatory five minute sonnet on unrequited something.

I’m a free will candyheart luck machine,
Playing fast and final, Mr. Earthquake
‘swhat they call me—that, and pansy fruitcake,
incorrigible courgette, aubergine.
Jean Genie, Bowie-humper, whose cuisine
Reigns supreme? Fukui-san! Go, Ota! Hake
And Pike, sea urchin roe, Kobe beef steak.
I’ve hung my sack too close to the latrine.
This girl I know keeps having the same dream,
The one I have but without all the sex.
She puts fish in her poems, and blue and green.
In grade school I was picked last for the team.
I tried to write my heart but gave her spleen.
We’re just like lovers but without the sex.

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