Smoky Sonnet
2017 October 5
Accompanying music Sweet or spicy, ¿who can scent brimstone watercolor flooding buckets brimmed of pavement meant bent below the toes of bloody skullcap shrooms in dusty noon — { guess I best bring out the broom } — tombs so late & all so soon, cheering chilly autumn gloom? Colored gray won’t keep me sober; […]
Posted in Mezunian Sonnet, Poetry
