a study toward sonnet #1,105 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm in two minds with this thought of killing,
I'll squash spiders with my eyes screwed shut,
An airmailed Times rolled up in my hand, but
Slow boiled lobster vinaigrette's gut filling.
Costa Smeralda is a place of my own willing,
O Paolo, nature's sick, dog eat cur eat mutt,
Read my masked eyes as mating lobsters strut
Blooming seagrass, jet pee from brows spilling.
Trolling schools of paranoid brown meagres
Site our spearguns, a scried seaplatter prawn
Down anenome's bloom self beleaguers,
Through livor mortis, paralysed, forlorn.
Look up, the ducking heads of herring gulls,
And dolphins on the wakes of bows or hulls.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 gulls
o $10,000,000 terns
o $10,000,000 kites
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/
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