Pseudo-Petrarchan Sonnet on a President
Is a Wish Away from Being a King
I’ll tell you what’s what’s an official act an
Official act is sure if maybe sure
Maybe I kill a guy if I deter
-mine he’s a threat to the country it’s a fact
Now killing bad guys isn’t an exact
Science believe me folks I wish it were
But wishes are for history to bur
-den with the consequences of bold action
That’s in a draft of the Project Twenty Twenty
-Five plan book thing Steve said it was he says
It means it doesn’t matter why I do
Anything what I do what matters is
I win now Steve’s a smart guy he knows plenty
It’s a good plan I think it’s coming true
Elizabethan Sonnet on Violating the Flag Code
How much are we supposed to take the guy in
His yard he had a sign it said Fuck Trump
And so my wife complained she wasn’t whining
But it was like the guy just took a dump
In the middle of our neighborhood just right
There in the street just took a shit his yard
The street whatever anyway that might
Have been the end of it but she was scarred
My wife by the foul mouth on this guy fucking
Filthy the things he said to her I’ll tell
You what that guy is lucky very lucky
I wasn’t there say Fuck Trump then they’re all
Cowards you hang it upside-down when you
Fear for your life the flag says Fuck you too
Elizabethan Sonnet on from 2004 to 2023
Clarence Thomas Received $4 Million in Gifts
I made as much I almost made as much
Four million on the side as I got paid
Let myself down there should’ve made as much
Made more you either play or you get played
Why should I save a rich man’s life for free
I mean it’s that’s it isn’t it the game
Their money or your life black folks are free
As scraps of paper curling in a flame
You only need a breeze and you will fly
God makes the breeze to blow or you get burned
Friend but it’s not God’s fault if you don’t fly
What if I hadn’t hustled hadn’t learned
From wealthy men those men affirm my power
You don’t have power if no one buys your power
Blank Verse Sonnet Concluded
by a Pure Rhyme and an Impure Rhyme
What happens when I win is what the movie
Said happens what the video okay
Said The Creation of a Unified
Reich that’s what happens what does that mean reich
It’s German they have done tremendous things
That’s all it means it’s German like the Ger
-man word for country we are gonna be
One country you America you know
You know what one means one means no more jobs
Will go to immigrants one means our troops will
Clean up the border unified that’s one
You hear it one in the un one country un
Country I win one reich a thousand years
From now they won’t believe what happened here
Petrarchan Sonnet on the Electrified Sea
Picture a boat whatever boat a yacht
Okay real big don’t picture a canoe
No two -man fishing boat the sky is blue
Beautiful day no clouds and it’s just hot
Enough you’re shirtless on the deck you’ve got
A Diet Coke on the table next to you
Sweating the can looks beautiful a new
One and the pretty stewardess right brought
It smiling you’re about to drink it but
The yacht is green folks powered by a bat
-tery a huge one and it sinks now what
’Cause there’s a shark too sharks like sun too that
Shark’s tan lean hungry you get eaten or
Get fried who’s left to save the planet for.
Building and Farther Plume Seen from a Train
The plume as tall as taller than the building
How far a mile apart each each or now
I’m passing them I’m closer now they might be
Three miles apart the building from the plume
The plume distinct because it is a building
Flying it is a cloud refusing sleep
Most of its body from the base up till
The head assents and sways and drifts away
Plume of waste seen from the train but from the train
From farther off the plume had seemed to rise
Beside the building and I had to guess
The mile but as I passed was watching passed
They stepped themselves unchanged apart the space
Between them changed the angle of the plume’s
Head I could see it better tilted more
Dramatically away than I had thought
As if against the wishes of its body
The head would lie back down on the earth would dream
That had once been a part of the earth before
Being ground to bits or pounded flat or shredded
Then burned then burned then burned because no soul
Escapes the smoke is not a soul escaping
I do not see souls flashing in the smoke
But even so I see the physical
Beauty of the plume of waste the dreaming head
Reclining yet reclining to become
More cloud but whiter than a cloud soft wind
Brushing away a mesa made of sugar
Sky shining through the feathered edges sugar
Bleached white with bone char white as bone can bleach it
The Hero of Assassin’s Creed Odyssey
A misthios was all I ever wanted
Not to be am I dream the money’s in
A box in the clouds but wait was tin
Cheap while I lived the money’s clean not haunted
In a tin box hung from a bronze chain nailed
With a gold nail to the clouds I climb a match
-stick ladder to my roof and watch
For the gold nail to freeze and snap in the cold
And dreams to fall from the sky I kill enough
Wild goats the eagle I command falls aw
-ful on the next and on his claw
I see the blood I see the cloud-white fluff
The Hero of The Outer Worlds
Most of my health I get from locked containers
The yellow ones I’ve got too many FunTimes
Barrels I found on corpses sometimes
And sometimes find them new in garbage cans or
Whatever the red containers are some people
Only say one thing ever some two and e
-ven if I set their planet free
Their lives don’t change you smash all the mock apples
You’ve ever seen together you won’t get
A single real Earth apple but the juice
Is real the shirt that was too loose
On the corpse fits me ’cause it’s no one’s shirt
The Hero of The God of War
My father leads me to the mountain he
Carries my mother’s ashes in a pouch
Me on his back up cliffs we crouch
Beneath a heavy rock like frightened lizards be
-tween it the heavy rock and the cold dirt
It’s not a tunnel but it’s like a low
-er sky and shuffle as we go
Wading through human bones I’m sick and hurt
Him by being sick I years ago I was
And so to him I’m always sick the rock
Might fall and all the dry bones break
And puff away blood traps the clouds in us
Note: “Blank Verse Sonnet Concluded by a Pure Rhyme and an Impure Rhyme” and “Elizabethan Sonnet on Violating the Flag Code” were first published in Berlin Lit