fanatical allegory- 2 broken sonnets

dunno why fanatical-could come
from living with depression: in crude form
or  reverbed  from proximity, some
daily blank drudgery,  repeating worn

praises to deep sadness. you know that song-
popular for its bluesness, wailing winds
in lyric's interims,we sing along
raise our glasses and  voices then sail again

helter skelter before them, sunfish
on a stormy bay, drowned in a wish.


















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a sonnet a day helps keep sexton alive.
i mean if i could write them like she did
i'd do it. i say this often. i practice lines
counting to ten, only more hedonic

with my heartbeats. the troches, the iambs
come in fits and starts, like how i drum when
in circle: unsteady, accents enjambed
at odd beats. avoid expected crumbs, thin

articles, quotidian cliques, in short
easy rhymes are three missed cycles- abort!





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