sonnet #1,636

Motion sensor console gambling satires,
Three sad clowns, gray, grey shades, tatty attires.
Old stage two geezer goosed his walking frame
Up closer, nodding acquaintance his aim,
Vote buying prime ministers of endless past
Passed front of his eyes, slide show ghosts aghast.
Armchair sports fan put right a kick which stunk,
Viewed double slomo, and fast forward drunk-
His avatar backed scored a sweet own goal,
Converted jab of heel, no rigmarole.
A draughtsman far side of this world drew
Caricatures inspired, no one he knew,
A likeness near side of this world, luck
Did have it, at his twin a headbutt struck.

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o attires
o clothes
o garments

sonnet #1,635

She was vain, that is, you'd just think my type,
A narcissist for loving bonds as pellmell
As anyone in any mane or stripe
Where society's rank mutual fictions swell.
She'd nod my worries merely trifling tripe,
The while part yawn, on her own worries dwell-
Who could accuse her, spit her guttersnipe?
This was perspective plumped, not kiss and tell.
Perspective wasn't her strong suit, spelt rude,
And read post mortem - she removed grey hair,
Waxed her whiskers, at surgery would sneer,
Was hung up on bra sizes flexed by food.
I'm looking out for girls who yearning yawn
Their lives in vain on vain men, beg off brawn.

(Chorus)

o yawn
o dilate
o gape

sonnet #1,634

Seems hardly yesterday that young I fell
In love so easily by grand degrees,
My heart would race on, and my ribcage swell,
My eyes would idolise, my kneecaps freeze.
I've never ever waged since then so well,
I've ever never been so prepped to please,
As then I loved a tomcat tortoiseshell
Or babies bandied cross my bouncing knees.
Boy's gaze lingers, then my lashes flutter,
Boy's candid compliment, I'll thank and thank,
A first date kiss and my poor brain goes blank,
Understanding little which he'll utter.
Such is my valour, joie de vivre and vim
I wend from boy to boy, my love a whim.

(Chorus)

o vim
o ebullience
o gusto

sonnet #1,633

I was so wrong to reckon this love pure
And matchless, and earmark it good as done,
To flatter you, when options felt lots fewer-
How was I meant to gauge a thing begun?
For cursory eye glances rhymes aren't cure,
My dear, these sonnets stacked by gross, by ton,
Each laboured as if last, might long endure,
Each far off scrawls profligate, sweatless won.
Not so long ago, dear, I'd have given
My right arm up for this exquisite rut
This subordinate life diary driven,
The lithe outlines of your knees, arms and butt.
Sweeter lines inspired now, written later,
Greatest love I had for you now greater.

(Chorus)

o later
o after
o post

sonnet #1,632

I reached for words down clusters, under roots
Of etymology, down aeons past past,
On halo, heal, hole, helium my eyes cast,
On halo, hollow, its disc and ring offshoots.
I thought of sha-light starlight, cartoon smiles
On happy suns, exhaled grey cloudy breath,
At sunrise staring straight at life and death-
Did sun transmit rare water stretched for miles?
The night we hit on deuced bouncing hail,
White dice cubes seeming cut from twinkling stars,
I worshipped avidly our avatars,
And praised hard spoken ice flukes of comet tail.
World overcrowding, it's thin earth crust,
Sha's engineered balm, streams of stellar dust.

(Chorus)

o crust
o layer
o shell