Revised sonnet #100

At open mike nights foisted funny folks

I felt us soul mates moment good or bad

A little later we told better jokes

Our suppers canneloni latest fad

In meeting parents first I feared a hoax

The mothers quips quite corny stale and sad

The fathers chimed in laughter loud till croaks

Embarrassed boy I saw it made me mad

The picture posed a wooden wedded bliss

It was your cookie cutter style ersatz

A cottage picket fence and fluffy cats

It undermined as well wild way wed kiss

I hid the facts I halved the broken home

As minor puerile stole a garden gnome

Chorus home abode dwelling

Revised sonnet #99

The Xotheby auction hammer bangs best bid

Ive sold them domes and ceilings too too high

Your giants as best of breed that built that lie

As Manuel Humanzee I got on grid

In grasses high the lions themselves all hid

Till we the Bili chimps aspired to spy

On tiptoe tweaked a height to evil eye

The lame lions left that tall turf menace rid

You pay your dues tea party round the rule

You gibber gibbon just to clinch the crowd

You learn to give the fingers screeching loud

You land your lard arse fan a frontal fool

The beret brush and palette sell your art

Your garret gathers dust your stretch as start

Chorus art arte artea

Revised sonnet #98

New moon you light a lane to hunger cure

We werewolves genuflect and howl you praise

I love these black out drunks they dont endure

At ease Ill eat the living lost in heady haze

As graveyard digits dwindle less I lure

To forest feast the folk of wheat and maize

Im forced to hunt in lunar phase impure

Ive broadened scope to rebel runaways

A pinky spare or little toe the treat

They see tomorrow much as such Id eat

The heart alive or legally undead

I wolf it whole their spirit put to bed

Tea cup of china bone I sip so slow

The mountains crematoriums moons ago

Chorus slow leisurely measured

Revised sonnet #97

A ponytail in scrunchies tethered tight

Its fringe a focus put on almond eyes

A button nose and slightest underbite

Aimed winning look in front of glancing guys

I wanted her against the grain a shite

I never caught the cusses slurs or lies

I noted puppy fat and normal height

A diet and heels enough to hack to size

I lumped the luckiest break us arm in arm

As femme fatale too tragic he had her

The superficial charm a catchy burr

Theyd waded waves a while if palm in palm

Yes he told me a funny fib Id like to hear

I want to humble her yet shes a dear

Chorus hear hearre horen

 

In composition sometimes I find not etymology but jargon related to machinery - clock, dock, stock. Now the Pixies gave us sawsee pixels and cellulose, seesaw dust which turns liquid into solid or dream into reality, milk into ice cream. Consider Pixie etymology - moon, mine. The moon is full of seesaw, but was it ever mine? 🎲🎲🎲

Revised sonnet #96

I stumbled onto scrap of early chant

Arrear a desk in midst of moving house

It lacked a spirit mere emotive rant

Against imaginary sordid spouse

I noticed stab at sarcasm stood as nous

The syllable and stress in numbers off 

The lean to lengths of line your whim allows

In rays of day it might accept a scoff

The pose of poet I had to drop or doff

Id roll up sleeves and handle inky muck

Id quit to versify old pride Id quaff

I had to retool call on Lady Luck

And now that words are seen as solid stuff

I build the stanzas beautiful enough

Chorus stuff gear kit

Revised sonnet #95

Another crisis call the phone yields chirps

Out patient ego plainly underfed

I roll unseen eyes served up drunken burps

Ill visit pitied soul Im doomed to dread

The social service spare time mine usurps

I hug this drunk on her unruly bed

I suffer kisses hers in clumsy slurps

It culminates in bumps once head to head

At feet the bottles freed of flavoured gin

Tits hers their herbs perspire prop bliss

Their coriander and juniper I kiss

A hint of licorice I lap at chin

To black out senseless shell self medicate

The pills Ill bring I vaunt though very late

Chorus medicate dose fix

 

Revised sonnet #94

A dozy dream inside a reverie

Above there floated bowls of plastic flax

The cornucopia each and every

Tart fruit and berry seeming solid stacks

Alike in lucid nod to parallax

They loomed and lurked as lode youd ever see

A tease to taste its hint just heavenly

Yet phoney pastel food of fashioned wax

I licked at layers of plum and mandarin

The pinnacle of grape induced a drool

I pressed upon the skin to calm and cool

The phoney fruit and wished it saccharin

I suck at ripened berry bud of breast

Of succubus I salivate in zest

Chorus breast borst bryst 

Revised sonnet #93

Bride wore a little white dress overlaid

By scalloped lace groom wore a violet vest

Black suit and spats as Mary our flower maid

And matron Eve and photo feed assessed

The city life tax here they could evade

The Cayman Islands idyll climate blessed

The stress of shorted stocks too fared fine fade

They soaked up sizzling sunshine east to west

It was a magic match of slate and hazel eyes

To workaholic life theyd hastened pause

Yacht his yet not in legal clever clause

Gulls flew in spirals proved the shrillest spies

All smiles on swap of vows and wedding rings

The future fuzzy hinting what it slings

Chorus rings bands circlets