Saturday, October 4, 2014

Four Sonnets for Your Viewing Pleasure

22.
He begs and pleads
But I cannot fall prey to his deceit
He chokes and cries beneath the ball-gag
But I cannot allow him to sway me
This is why I was born
The cleansing
The redeeming of sinners; the redeeming of humanity
His eyes are begging me to cut him loose; spare him
A voice cries out: let him go.
Did that come from my head?
I reach for the blade, sharpened and gleaming from the surgical table
I shiver as the sound of its metal scrapes metal
“I will free you!” I cry.
I slice the blade through his throat and pray as I watch him die.

23.
He said the end couldn’t be more far from the means
He said the purpose of this talk is to come closer together
She reminded him they were a team
She wondered if he cared at all
They cornered each other in a room
Face to face on down feathered sofas
Cats between them
Dogs between them and stared into the distance
As far away as they could be
“Well what do you suggest?” he sang. He hoped that she would cry
“We’ve discussed this before, really?” secretly wishing that he would die.
The voices rang through walls so thin and penetrated my ears
I hate it when they scream and fight.
They think that no one hears.

24.
I’m growing tired of you
You glowing, mocking, haunting necessity
I use you in my minute to minute
Hour to hour
Day to day
I get everything and nothing done
I can’t keep up with the trends you roll through the feed on my screen
I can’t seem to avoid the topics that make my brain fry and eyes bleed
All I want is to delete every person who ever hurt me
But I don’t want to ….for reasons I’m not strong enough to admit
I remember a life not so innocent but simple
Private and unconcerned with the way others sought to decipher me
I miss the days of bikes and basketball AND school and the mall
Before technology ruined it all.


25.
“You asked me here, now what do you want?”
Her eyes were glowing a florescent blue
Radiant and frightening all in the same blink
She sat in the corner of my cell: one leg bent up, one leg bent horizontally beneath her
Wings flittering every few moments or so
She did not seem pleased
She did not seem kind
She did not seem to be mine though I had her at the height of vulnerability
“I want you to get me…”
“Speak wisely!” She interrupted. “Fore I am bound to give you exactly what you ask.”
“But forced to fill in the blank where you do not specify.”
I swallowed hard and thought carefully. Then continued to speak
“I want to go home!” I yelled and blinked
Then found myself in a prison cell, 600 feet deep.