– from the TERRIBLE THIRTY SONETTS 2018
The Bard of Orvieto’s flummoxed flat !
How stop this Irish flow of sonatinas ?
Wrong ! They’re sonnets,let’s be clear on that,
Distinct as , say, melodeons ‘n concertinas !
Lips and air and lungs and concepts long
Or short , revisions fashioned poem, ditty.
Who’s to say I’ve chosen clearly wrong
This verbal pyrotechnic, seldom witty ….
I bend time here and spoken word or wit
-ty composition , yes, a pity,
should I die before I’ve shot my bolt .
Stop the clock ! Stop its tat for tit !
I’ll finish this verse-play, ass- or horse-play, shitty.
Yes, Art is play for donkey, dolt and colt ….