View from the terrace of the family's Brooklyn Heights apartment

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Conversation Overheard in an Anthology

Gainst Time’s obscenities
you will be wrinkled, wrung, wracked
my tight-lipped lovely
so why hold out so highly
gainst minor mine?

My mealy-mouthed
word-mongering fossil
stuff your antique threats
in a book and with winsome wit 
bemoan your unlucky plumber

In such a book
your clap-trap undulations
will upstart cocky scholars
draw oil from well-primed rocks
when you unrot are dust hapless

Ah, my punsome corpse pimp
why wrap obscurities in rhyme ribbon?
Forgo these sonnet coffins 
and tame that obstreperous plumber
to the tune of unlyric labials mine!

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