NY Sonnets

NY Sonnet #1

Darling why did you send it all to hell?
Together we would be legendary,
My devotion intense, my lust as well,
Ready to write you love's dictionary.
You must be blessed in all your relations
That you can afford to alienate
Sincere affection, cause its cessation
Without a pang of regret; to cause hate
To replace all sweet and tender feeling
In exchange for a sociopath's bed.
It sets the forsaken heart a-reeling.
I pity you - you're not right in the head:
Obedient to evil's beck and call
You drove away who loved you best of all.

NY Sonnet #2

Imagine this, my darling sweet dearest -
You and I cozy together in bed,
Skin against skin, I stroke your hirsuite chest
Then your silly sweet face then kiss your head
And your nose, cheekbones, eyelids, lips and chin
Again, again, again, again and then
Murmur so softly: 'oh please enter in,
I adore you above all other men.'
What do you think of these things that I write?
Do you snort derisively? Oh please no.
I cling to the hope that somehow you might
Be an excellent wretch way down below
Layers of waste. Or perdition catch my soul
Chaos come again, the world's a black hole.

NY Sonnet #3

You drive me crazy darling beloved
And visions of the wicked dirty sins
I would commit with you dance in my head
Like obscene sugarplums til the floor spins
And I'm nauseous with unspeakable lust,
My heart pounding, my head light and starry
Afraid I'll spontaneously combust,
And then, you bastard, won't you be sorry.
Knowing you read my sonnets makes me write
But the cure's worse than the disease - so weak
To make myself a sorry public sight
For one too sadistic to even speak.
Please consider: me - legs spread, supine bard,
You - trousers down, swinging free, thrusting hard.

NY Sonnet #4

Glorious darling, who glorified you?
Your ingratitude inexpressible.
Who dressed you in pretty clothes and boots too?
Who declared your work inestimable?
The exultation of your art and life,
So why not treat Pygmalion with disdain
On behalf of a wicked faithless wife?
How cruel, unusual, stupid, insane.
Will you ever know such strong devotion?
Ever create such beauty on the stage?
Attain again exquisite emotion?
For in a moment it will come - old age.
It was my utter joy to give you all,
Your debt to me is your soul's rise and fall.

NY Sonnet #5

If only I could backwards go in time,
Every step of this wretched trail of tears
I would erase, starting with every rhyme
I committed in your name. All the fears
And hopes in Time's incinerator burn.
Backwards I travel: snakes exterminate;
Rehearsals cancel; my money return;
So many drinks un-drunk and meals un-ate
Emails un-send and compliments un-say.
Remove every trace of Silent Otto:
Ban you from Weehawken; un-write that play;
To Asbury Park together un-go.
So much more to undo, but that's a start.
The sight of your name a knife in my heart.