a poem for today, 12 December 2012

a poem for today, 12 December 2012

[a syllable sorted sonnet of thirteen sentences and its image]

I feel the car.

You can try.

I need cuddle.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

So I went commercial.

You better work it.

I don't want to tell you about the bloating.

You think I'm some half-baked sex maniac.

I can’t buy love but I don’t want to rent it either.

You have to cheat me to beat me.

I finally got up the courage to buy my first cock.

You didn't say anything about diagramming sentences.

I want to skype and talk about poetry or some bullshit I don’t know.