Archive for the ‘sonnets’ Category

yup- I admit it. I wrote this, and probably thought it was clever. yikes.

July 14, 2009

Sonnet

To the ugly boy who I allowed to pay for my Starbucks

A friend is an exhausting thing to keep.

They stand on inability to tire

One’s heart, the pounding flesh within the breast,

A first placed in the eye. Imagined cheap,

But wholly bought by the greatest buyer,

So pray in hopes to keep the heart possessed.

And now what will make such a bond still hold?

When gifts do not suffice, they seem too dire

Since that which is brought free, will only test

What is carved out, and will in time grow old.

Best toast the tears, mask solitude in jest.

A fiend is an exhausting thing to keep.

They stand on inability to tie

One’s heat, the pounding flesh within the beast,

A fist placed in the eye. Imagined cheap,

But wholly bought by the greatest buyer,

So pay in hopes to keep the heat possessed.

And now what will make such a bond still hold?

When gifts do not suffice, they seem to die

Since that which is bought, fees will only test

What is caved out, and will in time grow old.

Best toast the teas, mask solitude in jest.


Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.