NOT YOUR CLASSIC SONNET

NOT YOUR CLASSIC SONNET

 

If I could write a poem to dislocate your brain and  never write again,

Let me write that down , for your own sake ,

Like I seek confinement from this age,

Let me imprison myself on the contours of disgrace.

 

I could be a jester or I can be a mermaid,

Depending on your fortune,

Depending on my fate .

 

I can collect all the coins,

I can make them clay ,

If I get what I want ,

I could dismember this voyage.

 

Let this world burn ,

Let this time yearn,

For the end of my rage ,

For the medication of this plague.



 

I can be a joker,

I can be the jack,

I can be what you want ,

If you  could promise me to be promiscuous enough to lay.

 

If this is the most nefarious game,

We chose to play,

I can collect all the play sticks,

And cease this day.

 

I can be implicit ,

Or I would choose not to say ,

This could be substantive ,

Either ,  or , extensive .

 

You may hate the rain,

But you cannot hate how the petrichor ,

Ease you to have a cup of coffee or tea ,

This may be the most constructive side of human`s anomaly .

 

Isn`t it whimsical?

Isn`t it eerie ,

That humans hate devil,

And are the most PERILOUS of them. 

 

Leeza

 

 


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