sonnet #1,650

She traipsed a few steps walking on her palms,
Red ankles on her butt, her black gymn pants;
The passing partygoers were quiet with qualms,
As pigtails slid through new mown grass, mere glance.
I lingered lost in her too obvious charms,
And crushed a can, I took a cross armed stance;
Two chicks mugged then, murmured mock up in arms,
I seethed those skinny arms, that show off prance.
How was this girl I longed for, longed to meet,
Of whom I dreamed, on dares or acting cheap,
Cool intellectual beauty? Bar a peep -
How was I first deceived by some such sweet?
I drove you home long way round, at leisure,
Walked the fine line tipsy, took your measure.

(Chorus)

o leisure
o discretion
o recognisance

sonnet #1,649

Godog ex machina deigns me your serf,
In name and title just a triumphant knight,
To pleasant living you have peer born right,
My steed can only stroke at such firm turf.
I couldn't chasten you as you hold court,
I couldn't guide your quill with my gauntlet fist
Through your hornbook's most favoured folk short list,
Insert my name vowing bullying last resort.
We count ourselves untouched by dread black death,
We meander over mirroring still moat,
You under veil, I under crossed surcoat,
Up bailey stairs you billow filtered breath.
The garrison few can yet wage your whim,
My sombre servitude to you my hymn.

(Chorus)

o whim
o caprice
o gambit

sonnet #1,648

I thought I'd had enough of their oozed wiles,
And flagrant feminine ways, myriad moods,
The fundamental bickering and feuds,
How can I view attractive what reviles?
Sometimes I trade off from whatever riles,
Somehow my bright outlook downright deludes,
I join the primping, plumping gang of pseuds,
Defer prognosis, fossick superficial smiles.
Yes, there's always that one abiding bitch
Who courts my brain with her exclusive laugh,
Or timorous idiosyncratic twitch,
That cute chick who's too clever just one half.
It's bitter chocolate embellished sweet,
I'd back out bowing, now, as we broadly meet.

(Chorus)

o sweet
o mellow
o treacly

sonnet #1,647

I've conquered love, I don't yet covet might,
In moments spare it sinks down, weighs a ton,
It maddens me gone plumb, since pyrrhic won,
I don't ask round, you can bet she's all right.
Half-formed gut parasites long freed of sight,
And giant moths dollied down off-brown and dun,
And radiant plankton well nigh sprung of sun,
And backward panthers bordering the night.
Indigenous malnourished folk cum dwarves,
And homeless hobos who retire in squats,
And vacant ship girls who invade the wharves,
And tribes lost who swear by long bow long shots.
Old love grows less fierce, yet it never dies,
It swells that niche of neither lows or highs.

(Chorus)

o dies
o croaks
o expires

sonnet #1,646

That time then you and I were near unique,
I didn't see you my immortal muse,
From mild familiars shall I try recuse,
The other lover interlopes to pique.
Accessorised a cinch, you spring mystique,
He raises your dress code, a standard ruse,
Enthuses basic hairstyle, dress, and shoes,
He leans on you when you aspire to chic.
Beneath a microscope you're more diverse,
I view you water ice, inviting schism,
Then sunlit jelly standing gnomon prism,
Then anti-atoms, other universe.
He over scrutinises your skite,
Your foe couch fade, sheer ultraviolet light.

(Chorus)

o skite
o boast
o claim