“sonnet in -gry”
Finding again my haggard heart fang-hungry
after a gram of psychotic pottingry
i wonder if i can mask with wonted rungry
grin like a choice Manhattan-fetching aggry.
Helmet i patch & this time, wrap the puggry;
questioning all, i’m yet of dreams the bowgry.
Where will i go? in public or in skugry
seek out a dragon-task not over-angry?
Truly we’re hot to make the Double Ulgry
whether it’s growth-enhancing, or in malgry:
let me forget that here i glister meagry…
Everyone’s heaped like hares in a conygry!
So much have i tried to sundrily hide from vergry,
stodgeful’s this box. Bring on the higry pigry.
(12 13 89 /publ Feb 91 Word Ways)
“Favour is seldom gained but by conformity in vice.”
–𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑟
When that Man is Dead and Gone.
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