Thursday, August 16, 2012

August [sonnet]

[pseudo-archaic sonnet riff with August rhymes]

The blinking blogger bloggest
his blues whate'er they be
but in the month of August
what news hath poetry?

where grace of shade hath vanished
might breezes yet arise?
atrocities of August
accost our baffled eyes

if lemonade be laughter
pray pour it in mine ear
each August ever after
they'll circulate dark beer

through searing heat thou sloggest?
the month mine sweet were August


Occasioned by this:
“Novel” by Arthur Rimbaud

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