Sonnet 21

  • It's far beyond my scope of reasoning
  • To now preclude the possibility
  • That all this drawn out constant bickering
  • Will lead to some reveling clarity
  • In which you state your absolute post-you,
  • Post-new post ev'rything you didn't do,
  • Post-post, post-pre, post marked no longer due,
  • Abalone chocolate cream clown shoe.
  • Maybe, perhaps, a chance a rainbow shines
  • Above that blank lost void you saturate,
  • To color the madness your mouth confides,
  • Oh how quickly new wounds coagulate.
  • But look! It's late, the check! An orange rind,
  • Let's hope some hope falls through some future grind.

Notes

Most of this was completed a few weeks back, but I stopped after line 8 because I couldn't stop cracking up. This is inspired by "T.S. Eliot's Portrait Of A Lady" along with my own experiences. Make what you want of it but I really dislike self-indulgent complaining (so much that I do it to myself). And I really do enjoy an orange slice after a meal.

Because of my recent difficulties in writing any cohesive set of words that form a sonnet, I'm taking the liberties of absolving myself of strict meter and experimenting with the form a bit. The first version of the concluding couplet had me dropping the last iamb, but it didn't feel right so I ended up with that line. The flow of the whole piece is meant to represent an absent-minded, flow of consciousness, internal conversation. And line 8 is the best line.

— Huy on