TEA TIME in L.A.

[rhetorical verse in Shakesperean Sonnet Form]

"Once More, With 
                              Adjustments"- Old Episodes & Older 
                              Eyes
[rhetorical verse in 
                              Shakesperean Sonnet Form]

PART 2: FROM 
                              BIG PICTURE TO. . . CHAOS?


(3) 
                              "THE HARVEST" WAS SUPPOSED TO BE the 
                              theme

of all my sonnet verses for 
                              today.

I watched it through, last night, 
                              but then this scheme

came to my mind . . . 
                              and hence this disarray.


Instead of 
                              finding things I want to praise,

I found 
                              myself distracted by each flaw.

A lust "to 
                              change it all" - go diff'rent ways

than 
                              Joss had gone (though that's against the 
                              law<g> ). 


I make myself 
                              calm down and watch once more.

I try to 
                              love the Master's big bad 
                              style.

Though my blaspheming bottom's 
                              getting sore,

I look, and look, and look . 
                              . . but all the while . . .


. . . I 
                              keep imagining sweet Katie Holmes

in my 
                              Angelic face. . . Saliva foams. 
                              <ewg>


(4) AS YOU CAN SEE this 
                              verse has "lost its soul."

"The Harvest" 
                              matters not, to me. No more.

This sonnet 
                              must now seek some higher goal

to justify 
                              our time . . . Kick down a door . . .


. 
                              . . beyond the silly surface of desire.

Can 
                              our imaginations be set free

by Katie-lust? 
                              Can Holmes-love take us high'r?

Or are we 
                              playing pure insanity?


Perhaps 
                              like Buffy, down that road's our path.

But 
                              wait! That means the path Joss took was 
                              right.

Which means that all I've written 
                              needs new math.

And maybe I'm just higher 
                              than a kite. <g>


THE 
                              BOTTOM LINE'S we've got a 6th-year 
                              eye.

You can't "go Holmes" again. But, 
                              God, I'd try. <ewg>

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