2024-09-09

Untitled (Sonnet)

True blessings are those who fall out the sky
When, laughing, God asks “What did you expect?”
And offers up no satisfacted Why
Except that some are victims of neglect.

And spoiled child I was so I shall be.
In bigger homes are words lost in the grout,
In one room holes no tile is to be seen——
And Taurus Suns——they cannot go without.

But still, when eye meets eye or hand meets hand
It all transcends that what it was before——
Our words contented within both demands,
And so I like it when we share one door.

The dog was sick——the bed was filled with piss,
And punishment in turn was but a kiss.