These are two ‘sonnets’ I wrote four years ago, when I was approximately 19-20ish. They were wriiten for Barrett’s class, for a paper that attempted to think through Ted Berrigan thinking through Shakespeare, and a really fucked up relationship I had at the moment.
38
Masked marauders rape eternity in an instant
Bass lines soothe perfumed down
As Divine love is dragged into drains.
flee into invisibility
I remember why it’s called an Eternal quest
I wish it had rained.
Why couldn’t you be? A dream
As the rain kept off for our garden voyage
It saved my eyes from truth.
Sense gives, senses ride, and I dive
shine behind the darkness of closed eyes
And guides to the death of I.
The movie, the dream; light a dreamed movie
to watch when you’re raped blind.
10
Dream unravels longing,
Guides to the death of I.
Control + (s)aved
Immortality of death
I forget to remember; a Dream
The waning beating source
Sunk in your murk
Why so much damn dimness?
The raped undead, battling Non-sense
in walks across rainy gardens,
Was lost in our youth.
Eternal light in artful eyes
Fruitlessly thriving in Divine love.
Her clutch feigns direction
Beware the ephemeral, or forget: dream.
