Sonnet: Something Happened During the Terry O'Reilly Brawl
by John Kendall Hawkins
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We've hit the iceberg and we're going down.
Now we'll decide who gets that last boat ride
to the center circle of Dante's Hell,
a port town near where the Mayflower fell
onto deaf ears of corn -- GMO pride.
We dissed the warning, all eyes on the clown.
All signs were there in the subliminal,
tinkling ice cubes of our Chivas Regal:
little sex scenes filled with violent death --
brim-quimmy naked ladies out of breath
who Darwin must have missed on the Beagle.
Hidden persuader, whispered liminal.
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