Monday, March 31, 2014

On the First Day of April, My True Love Sent to Me

Experimental Decadence
(A First of April Sonnet)

Reptilian and blunt, the jaws erupt
From depths within the crystal of the sphere:
By sunset, we shall all be horror-supped
And steeped within the wine of primal fear.
Experiment successful! We shall bleed,
Torn apart by talons of the beast:
The raging mutant product of our need,
Created for the carnage and the feast.


Prepare now, give the syntho-reptile room.
Unroll the carpet, soon to gleam with red --
The banner of our greeting and our doom,
For once the form emerges, we are dead.
But wait! What is this wanton trickery,
This gemlike serpent woman that we see?

-- Tuesday, April 1, 2014.

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