Posted 02-09-2008 at PFFA.
At Superhero 101 with Maven Hawk (a.k.a. The RAVER!)
Some hay awoke me, katzenjammer loud
and whirling. Swish by my ear - fooh. It lit
the wall. Had I had half the time allowed
I could have stifled it. I could not hit
a barn door, though, for all my drowsing senses.
This circumstance crops up on training day:
time-shackled managers cut loose, climb fences,
dream big, don capes, oh bright menagerie!
The right sightline can bend your arrow home.
Remember how to see through grit and gauze.
A shimmy-belt will do, and with a comb,
your hair shall not distract. And just because
your super powers manifest as muscle,
well, so do ours. Now, let me see some hustle.
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Quick sonnet. I'm hoping to pitch this as a movie.
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Wrote "The Harbinger of Inkling" (27 mins.) mid-February, 2009. Exclusive to Formalist Saurian!
The Harbinger of Inkling
Hark! Back to the airport remains! Alack,
the mule retreat explicitly denied
my way. I feared I would not make it back
to register my ticket. Pick your ride
like you would pick your girlfriend, or a wife.
I guess a mile or two would change the map
I had in '89. It changed my life
of woe and pain, just like a thunderclap.
I'm lying. I am prepping fluted shrooms,
won't take a minute. Oh, I've been remiss,
my hosting duties! Howzyerdringg? Those booms
will calm themselves. I have seen worse than this.
Vodka. He shook his head against the thought.
Return, go back. They'll scan it. You'll be caught.
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Um, quick sonnet. So bad, it's going exclusively to my blog. I'll be revising, of course.
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