LXII

"When you are old and grey and full of sleep,"
That's a great line I wish belonged to me,
"Your eyes had once, and of there shadows deep",
Is lovely there as well, if can't you see,
I feel entirely cowed by the great lot,
Of all the wondrous words that predate mine,
Always putting them down quite on the spot,
And nearly always running out of time.
There are so many phrases in my head,
That have been used by better smiths before,
Who forge much better wit, catharsis, dread,
And are set down for glory evermore.
    Though they are wonderful I must complain,
     Of all the poets lodged within my brain.
   

LXI there few things better better than sleeping in

There are few things that rival sleeping in,
There is no better physic for the mood,
Only a few things cause an equal grin,
Most of them are X-rated or a food.
Even if you can't sleep past a late hour,
Just lounging there works wonders for the soul,
The curtains block out all the new day's glowers,
While snuggled up agains the morning's cold.
And yes, X-rated things would be preferred,
Better than simply stretching with a yawn,
But really, owning both sides of the bed,
Is not always a thing to be frowned.
    A morning free does not often come cheap,
    Just knowing your alam will never beep.

LX worst.sonnet.ever.

This one's a cop-out, I apologize.

Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock.

(These are the real rules, I would not tell lies)

Rock crushes scissors, lizard poisons Spock.

Spock breaks scissors, they lizard then behead,

(You must watch your opponent for weakness.)

Lizard eats paper, (I long for for my bead,

But strategy cannot include weakness.)

Paper disproves Spock, Spock the rock makes poof,

(But vaporize is what it really does,

These are the rules, watch Big Bang, it has proof)

Rock crushes scissors, as it always has.

   I played this game so this poem could get done,

   There were better ideas but fatigue won.

LIX to the lost hour of sleep that goes tonight

To the lost hour of sleep that goes tonight
Out somewhere between dreams and single socks,
I grieve your death, I think it is not right,
To yield you up each time we spring the clocks.
Does all lost time commingle in the void?
Arranged in cliques and old exclusive clubs,
Hours that lovers wish they could employ,
Or minutes used up looking for a glove?
I know your sacrifice brings longer days,
And promises of more sunshine and blooms,
But now beneath the moonlight's tired gaze,
Your time, now lost, would be to me a boon.
     This sign of springtime time promising its charms,
     Somehow always makes louder my alarm.
   
   

LVIII

It's been a long long day all filled with stress,
And petty grim annoyances that build,
Till everything feels done under duress,
And all desires just feel unfulfilled.
With toppling printers and some falling shelves,
And computers that shut down on their own,
A section rearranged by evil elves,
Who have un-alphabetized all my tomes.
These all burn in the wreckage of this day,
Along with customers that have a snit,
And want to correct all the grammar used,
In half the books that live in modern lit.
    The buzz of door alarms fuzzes my head,
     I've never been so turned on by my bed.

LVII I am the jerk in this relationship

And once again my sonnet, we're at war.
There cannot be a peace between us two,
We merely raise--not settle--any score,
You will not do a thing I ask you to.
If you would rhyme more gently to the page,
I could give you all sorts of flow'ry words,
About sweet love, times mut'ny, or this age,
But all you give me for this line is "birds".
Here lies the part where there should be a twist,
Or some great revelation past unknown,
I've not really been spending time on this,
You do not throw me either boon or bone.
   And while you scrub my syntax in the sink,
   Since we can't compromise, I'll go and drink.

LVI dear sir, i am seducing you tonight

Dear Sir, I am seducing you tonight.
Please be here promptly--hat in hand--at 9:00.
There's no need for alarm, for fight or flight,
Whatever you would like to wear is fine.
I've assembled some alcohol to choose:
From wine and beer, to mead, or pert champagne,
You'll take your time to ponder and peruse,
And pick whichever's best to take the blame
For letting all your inhibitions go.
Just toss them in the corner with your hat,
And keep the tie (it's handy) let things flow,
I think we've reached the end of all this chat.
   So grab your glass and take a couple sips,
   And now let me replace it with my






Inspired by this fantastic bit of Neil Gaiman-ness:
http://neil-gaiman.tumblr.com/post/18932682858/as-requested-by-too-many-people-making-the-last-post