Revised sonnet #1326
Hey Jo the gossips make a common claim
They grant youre generous and far too kind
They hint your pockets shimmer silver lined
They huff your hugs thus Im engrossed and game
Hey Josie eavesdrop stings they laugh you lame
I wonder whether words are made of mind
I wonder whether wounds are self defined
I wonder which is worse to spurn or shame?
Hey Josephine I know you fairly well
I caught you crowded singled out your laugh
In shuffles sought your supple shin and calf
I worried warning bells quiet wouldnt knell
Hey Jo Ill bring a crystal bouy or prism
To scry our future from a spectral schism
Chorus prism prisma prizma