04-25-2013, 10:14 PM
Vile acts happened on me, but I can’t remember.
It burns spooning with concrete corners.
I’ll not wash love stains off this sweatshirt.
That’s no beer-belly, but a bag under my sweatshirt
full of long cored apples, fresh as newborns to remember.
Heaven’s joy is dozing warm coffee shop corners.
Words wriggle like fish over my mouth’s corners.
My gait’s marvelous like a dependable old sweatshirt:
I’ve been struttin’ my stuff before even god can remember.
I use sweatshirt food to feed birds on the corner, praying they’ll remember.
*Not a sestina, but a trestina (or, half a sestina, in terms of repeating end words, though with about 1/4th as many lines).
It burns spooning with concrete corners.
I’ll not wash love stains off this sweatshirt.
That’s no beer-belly, but a bag under my sweatshirt
full of long cored apples, fresh as newborns to remember.
Heaven’s joy is dozing warm coffee shop corners.
Words wriggle like fish over my mouth’s corners.
My gait’s marvelous like a dependable old sweatshirt:
I’ve been struttin’ my stuff before even god can remember.
I use sweatshirt food to feed birds on the corner, praying they’ll remember.
*Not a sestina, but a trestina (or, half a sestina, in terms of repeating end words, though with about 1/4th as many lines).