Miscategorized Sonnet

It revolved in me now like a slow turning whale– the Tappan Zee You ask them the same question, you get hit over the head by (an) insecure person Nothing else can grow in a dark field in the West The double-hump of the MacDonald’s arches at city hall park, the housing project benches on the ring boulevard Bear in mind this garden is enchanted, the goat is pleased, he combs his beard and sings. I hate that pattern, and that pattern, and that pattern, including the sunsets, the cowboys, the entertainment pictures I was seized by the hair and dragged away, I was knifed, the kindest cut You’re so delicate I thought, so admonished and scampering, A true glitterbomb. Its buzzer rang in my ears, like big scarlet daisies, like plum-colored clouds from the work sheets of a monograph They fixed me with a needling stare, disguised themselves as birds, you know? A cycle of admirable sonnets all under investigation, just sweat to help achieve infrastructure Loosely designed as a transient, beautiful, golden aesthetic, see the story of: women What cannot be said directly--the conference, the project, the manifesto-- failure is the goal