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by Chris Sorrenti

Time to bring this metronome to heel
Till its heart beats but once a minute
As red rose speedway calls despairingly
With the wreck of countless lovers
Less blood spilled while coagulating
The stop watch button pressed once more
To avoid misadventure in the poetry system
And though there’s pain in the pleasure
There’s pleasure in the pain

Too many times the dream run away with itself
Like a wild bovine in a supermarket
Never stopping to examine today’s specials
The monkey sonnet turns itself
Into the free verse King Kong
As the ether hypodermic’s refilled
So let this metronome know a peaceful slumber
May its stasis be shared with stars birthing
Alien rainbows from which new glories will come

© 2004

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Author's Note: The opening piece to namesake collection. Published in Bywords Quarterly Journal, Vol. 4 No. 3 Fall 2006, produced by Amanda Earl (Ottawa, Canada). ISSN 1705-3730

Posted on 02/01/2015
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

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Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/01/15 at 10:30 PM

Philosophical in a humorous, even a little sarcastic, way.

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