Sonnet XVI0F3

The expense of spirit in a mollusk of lust
is gummy & gluttonous. Nor will it take the form
of sacerdotal anecdote expounded
on Saturday morning to the inattentive boy
glued to cartoons--tragic boy, feeble prince,
ineffectual wizard, weaker than ant
or snail. Power bolts slip
from the hand in the waking world,
which does not exist. Try & quiz it,
this waking world, stuck as it is to flypaper dreams.
Screaming doesn't help, but it's as good a date
as any. I married laughter,
but we have an understanding.
I don't know what it is.

-- Basil Cartryte