4.24.15

Playing some catch-up...it was that kind of weekend.  Yes, I'm aware that it's Tuesday.  Here's my poem from Friday (which didn't parody a famous poem, as the prompt suggested...but it IS a sonnet, so that should count for something).

I Shouldn’t Have Written a Sonnet Today

It should all be so neat—origami

making perfect creases, white flawless folds,

no scissors required, no unsightly

duct tape, lines logical, words well-controlled.

Neatness doesn’t count.  Instead, I flounder

with box-cutter, butchering syllables

and ideas that swarm for the slaughter.

I manipulate the packaging, kill

or reinvent the truth.  I lop off toes

like an ugly stepsister, amputate

limbs, erase the evidence with a hose,

mop, bucket.  It’s pruning.  I am too late

to do this right. If I’m to make it fit,

I’ll have to get a bigger box for it.