I try to keep the bloody words strait-laced,
grimace out the upturn of mouth corners,
refrigerate those might lounge in saunas
speak steadily would be shouted red-faced,
let not lewd boggling ruffle the chaste,
buttoned lip not rend dark suits of mourners,
dignity for caperers and fawners,
and rein-in hard those tumblers-out in haste;
but words will skip iambic, twirl and prate,
screech cockatoo, circling the dullest sky.
Why sip iced tea when they might flail and fly
blue into blue enlightenment, and cry
at their release from such as you and I?
They stream through us but will not share our fate.
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An Italian Sonnet octad but with a tightened sestet, ironically to convey the freedom from convention (a,b,b,a a,b,b,a c,d,d,d,d,c).
Occasioned by reading some very serious poets.
