i. 
                         the seat            is upon us        again
solemn, yet      a reminder of death 

                        faith, love & forgiveness       

amplified by    stripes sheep, astray                and 
laid      thus     that sacrifice   unknown foe

                        pierced            six thousand    sons     on target
to         end      the       population 

the nation        pain is going on          active              over
the woods                    police conformity with law
                        gain failure  marked    as         Government

protect             each other       until     poses               threat 
to things that are not like        the revival       witnessed 

   dent, again               bright              on  everything 
            I           appeal to you, in the blood spilled on us   

                        ii.
            I           appeal to you, in the blood spilled on us   
come               lift       lives    into absence

wave    the       organisation    to         rise      tragically
mark    a          day      report a          stand

guard               the       breach disregard the   economy 
lives    steer    our       nation onto     path

fortune            is extremely troubling
wearing                       exceptions with           recklessness

            majority          gathers            to eat, drink, laugh      and talk
in subject to spite the huge dependence                      foreign regard

government forging    funds for development
short    is the   capacity to       finish 

come to life     have no doubt 
            God too shall pass       the battle         for the night

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American Sonnet (95)

seized by wicked enchantment, i surrendered my song

as i fled for the stars, i saw an earthchild
in a distant hallway, crying out
to his mother, “please don’t go away
and leave us.” he was, i saw, my son. immediately,
i discontinued my flight

from here, i see the clocktower in a sweep of light,
framed by wild ivy. it pierces all nights to come

I haunt these chambers but they belong to cruel churchified insects.
among the books mine go unread, dust-covered.
i write about urban bleeders and breeders, but am
troubled because their tragedies echo mine.

at this moment I am sickened by the urge
to smash. my thighs present themselves

stillborn, misshapen wings within me

American Sonnet for the New Year

Things got terribly ugly incredibly quickly 
Things got ugly embarrassingly quickly 
actually Things got ugly unbelievably quickly 
honestly Things got ugly seemingly infrequently 
initially Things got ugly ironically usually 
awfully carefully Things got ugly unsuccessfully 
occasionally Things got ugly mostly painstakingly 
quietly seemingly Things got ugly beautifully 
infrequently Things got ugly sadly especially 
frequently unfortunately Things got ugly 
increasingly obviously Things got ugly suddenly
embarrassingly forcefully Things got really ugly 
regularly truly quickly Things got really incredibly 
ugly Things will get less ugly inevitably hopefully