TEA TIME in L.A.

VISIBLE CRUELTY (8-sonnet 
                              sequence)
PART 3


(5) GOOD LORD, will 
                              this long verse analysis

go on until we 
                              reach One Fifty Four?

The count of 
                              times that Shakespeare chose to 
                              kiss

the sonnet stone . . . until he closed 
                              the door . . .


. . . on fourteen lined 
                              poems for his patron's grace.

WELL , LET'S 
                              PUT IT THIS WAY, I've sworn to reach

that 
                              self same number . . . so I've up the 
                              pace

with which I crank the wheel. The 
                              speed "I teach" . . .


. . . "the 
                              victims" in the "verse conspiracy."

The 
                              Bronze environment (with all its 
                              flaws)

inspired me to quite pure 
                              insanity

of bringing to that chaos, some 
                              strange laws . . .


. . . in 
                              theory that a "stange attractor" 
                              could

produce some good effects. Hmmm, 
                              well, knock wood.


(6) But now that I've 
                              explained why I write on

into the hours 
                              when only Dracula

and his dark kin 
                              raise up to smile, condon,

the labor of 
                              this verse. I'm drunk. Ha ha.


Well, not 
                              on beer (not yet, but that may 
                              come),

but on the juice that comes from 
                              your own voice

when bottled in verse form. 
                              My rule of thumb

is make your case quick so 
                              the rest rejoice.


But sometimes you 
                              don't stop. Propriety

must sometimes 
                              be just kickboxed like poor 
                              Spike

when Buffy goes insane 
                              and jams her knee

into his private places. 
                              "Take a hike!"


BUT, BLOODY HELL, what 
                              happened to the show?

I'm glad you 
                              mentioned that . . . back there we 
                              go.


[CONTINUED IN PART 
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