The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

seaside autumn sunset sonnet

Accompanying music:Your browser doesn’t support HTML5 audio. Here is a link to the audio instead. by the colacolored waves whispering their swaying sounds sun this sunday early lays ’pon its waterbed o’ clouds blanketing these cooing gales mintsweet firs to kill the chills counting ships those reekcreep snails sail its walls o’ frosty hills days […]

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summer october sonnet

Accompanying music:Your browser doesn’t support HTML5 audio. Here is a link to the audio instead. fall the goldsoft resin treasures crispbrown jalapeño chips palm o’ palmates blushing gestures roughhewn arms flick wrists in wind cloudridden icarus my sun casting lines to warmcool lakes under gusts from sparrows’ lungs sleeping ’way the shrinking days wake from […]

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October Friday 13 Sonnet

Accompanying music:Your browser doesn’t support HTML5 audio. Here is a link to the audio instead. Lemon drops on milky clouds bound this wistful field above pewter lakes — ¡but wait! ¡Look now! ¿How’d this specter enter such verdant film now ill, when it wasn’t there before. Before I eat my harvest, fix on this ray […]

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Royal Purple Sky Sonnet

Saw outside a lonely time shadow firs are teasing me breezily. Their scents make pine every time all kinds, seasoning. Under skies as pure as opal, bright night dimmed by grim surroundings, worse by wind, won’t hush, but yodels. Houses still for nature’s crowning. For my birthday, I would like tons of air a year […]

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Smoky Sonnet

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; […]

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Gasoline Winter Sonnet

with the scent o’ berries, too; smudged on smoky sidewalk chalk. Chalk it up to moonlit blues, choking me up harshly soft. Chatter dead is better than dead silence wand’ring wolfen streets on urban hills that never bend & shatters into icy neon. Moonlight full o’ foggy capes, follow me through thin-black japes’ scarecrow boughs […]

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Hearth Factory Sonnet

Note: I was going to “celebrate” Marxmas by posting an article wherein I shit on Marxism & it’s stupid “Dictatorship of the Proletariat” bullshit, ’cause, as predicted, 2015 was a bad year, & that’s what you do on years without a warm future. But I’m sick to death o’ politics (& don’t have the time […]

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Peppermint Pink Sonnet

Accompanying music. Light that leads me through the blizzard, white in flakes, such snuggled blankets. Tangy sugar never withers, though this season never bakes it, only baked so long ago, you remind me o’ soft bread, warm tan crescents made o’ snow. Noses itch in strong, fresh scents. Red lights warn you: stop & breathe, […]

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Far-Off Train Whistle Sonnet

Accompanying music. Viewed through blinds, your smoky scents with your rattling tracks & wheels passes straight through my brain stem with the rusty steel that peels scraps & bolts & coal-black fire, painted muddy brown & red. Midnight chugged without a tire & a million-meter bed. Sure your ghosts are sure cliché, floating in their […]

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Patchy Sonnet

Crumple all my papers under bellies hungry for a scratch; feel & hear your dormant thunder while you ready paws to snatch jackets trying to pass by. But I know you always flee from the wall-clung fly-fast lights, even though just made by CDs. Playing poker, you beat me; now I need to pay the […]

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