Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 46

Yearlong Sonnet- Iteration 45

Avoid,  all of you.
or walked away. Through unhappiness, a nearness
can fall from shrubs into a lightenin' twirl.
Yr bag of wind bounces near, spreading bleariness.
He stumbles on the path like a clam w a pearl.
(Actually, when you shout that loud,  she turns blue.)
The herd offered the nerd a sausage: a flag to furl.
But all the relatives were cousins or generalists and had a slew
of absolute truths, nattering at yr book-signing.

nothing was happening when the man sd, I'm some girl
alive, just routine revelation,  a chaser whining ...
go ahead you can hang there if ya want & stew.
Thanx fer time after time and a teller in all seriousness;
when they got back from then,  there was a wind, shining.

bats

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 44

Awake. I unharness my lost bruise.
Scrap all that was before save a few
Tokens, now already spent. From all
Sides the knives. But they are dull
In comparison with "mercer" with
Eviction notices, with death by
Total organ failure. So smiling in their
Glints is at best gray-humor. 

Is cool. Kein problem. No grudge
That everyone wishes the best &
Theirs is the foot-placed in next
Best step. All I'm saying is that if
Something is gonna give, it ain't
Gonna be imposed. Awake, I choose.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 43

His re-ghosted loamness likes to regain
the unharness of a rocked snooze;
dogs bark @ the parked cars’ rain—
clearly we’ve again lost the blues.
If we find it, that’ll be news!
like a sun-filled pine cone landing on a train.
It may be that then we’ll have to refrain
from an agony pumped up with logic-dues.

Clicking slender bursts without surface
is the way to get ahead. Moistly like us
fold the phrases like me.  Not like us
is the dribbleglassed-together purpose
that keeps focued on this, our nerdness.
In space, i heard the fedback mike fuss.