Danny Rose
New member
1)
Despair is not a steed until it flies.
It is despair. Rose is a rose E white,
I read. Let us talk of a great ocean
soaking earth with old sonnets the odor
of a red, red rose: To be happy people
hunger for the odor of old sonnets.
To be healthy people hunger salad.
Everybody hungers A U I O E!
I starve myself, even of a salad
until I fly while Earth is soaking up
all the old sonnets! Despair for the life
lost living a life above the living
while I am soaking up the great blue sky
for no other reason than my hunger!
2)
The smell of old sonnets is a red rose.
Knowledge being the destruction of “am”
He says. It was then that I knew he was
Exploding. Like fireworks, he says to Sam.
Consonants were solid, caustic, and free,
Delineating nothing but dark skies!
But then thru blackness A U I O E
Came the metaphysic clear as blue sky!
That was fine until nightfall when it was
Still disconcerting because of a rose
With the boxer was glad that he glowed
That night, his joints the tenor of his bones.
And cars being driven like bad matches
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down.
Despair is not a steed until it flies.
It is despair. Rose is a rose E white,
I read. Let us talk of a great ocean
soaking earth with old sonnets the odor
of a red, red rose: To be happy people
hunger for the odor of old sonnets.
To be healthy people hunger salad.
Everybody hungers A U I O E!
I starve myself, even of a salad
until I fly while Earth is soaking up
all the old sonnets! Despair for the life
lost living a life above the living
while I am soaking up the great blue sky
for no other reason than my hunger!
2)
The smell of old sonnets is a red rose.
Knowledge being the destruction of “am”
He says. It was then that I knew he was
Exploding. Like fireworks, he says to Sam.
Consonants were solid, caustic, and free,
Delineating nothing but dark skies!
But then thru blackness A U I O E
Came the metaphysic clear as blue sky!
That was fine until nightfall when it was
Still disconcerting because of a rose
With the boxer was glad that he glowed
That night, his joints the tenor of his bones.
And cars being driven like bad matches
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down.