the mother of - a sonnet (or rather a feeble attempt at maintaining an artificial rhyming scheme)

Necessity is no longer necessary

I've lost mind (my)

You hold mine (  )

Take this airy

Thought of you as ordinary

Norm to the lost find

Finest to the fine

Bold of you as contrary

Hope would ever be for you

To learn this 

Come in

Do

you really expect his

Life to be open

fridays - my first (intentional attempted) rondel

That which is left up and gone

A belief on a misunderstanding

A life on a misunderestimating

Far and far and left and left alon(e)

Ever so much that remains is wrong

hands and ears are (so much) ever wringing

That which is left up and gone

A belief on a misunderstanding

One knee down on the lawn

An open case and a mispurchasing

An open life and a (mis)thinking

One knee down on

That which is left up and gone

inept

(please)

with (don't) me please

toy

toy

love is but a fragile pain intent 

on shattering my 

discontent

and I (violently) do need 

somehow do (self) wish.

(please) 

that it could be this.

some fun I had

3

2

1

Everyone and Everything

Around the corner stands aman

with  everything  and everyone 1  9  ^ (in) his left pocket

if he would just let it g -

o

if he would

call him, if you please.

See if he answers your voice

See (C) if he answers.

And all that.

the mother wakes

rest child

rest

goodnight

goodbye

one of ninety-five by E.E. Cummings

1:

l(a

le

af

fa

ll

s)

one

l

iness

--E.E. Cummings

brahm

I've looked in that closet already.

checked it once more, still empty.

Someday I know it will be full of magic.

Maybe here is some magic that I can stick in there.  It'll be happy in there.

There you go. be happy closet.

No, not magic.

checked it once more, still empty.

Someday I know it will be full of magic.