Tagged: well water collection
Sonnet 14
did i drab declaration spew double but single review mark we divided over you me i do not reminisce you you your body you aging i love we our canards duck guess what fly around us hand in glove our windows shut you my own sun this moon our one you tune go hello Thom Olsen Well Water Collection
Sonnet 13
i ride the bicycle i ride to believe you your you take me dancing to pride along the avenue with the world as it goes the life we live lives its way to dynamos which what gives each their way happy even so you mishap even steven nap sure you want the breath endure tour to retour Thom Olsen Well Water Collection
in interlude to well water (after alick nkhata)
Sonnet 12
ron sard le conqueror s’apprivoisent
his status in english nil
s’il convoitoise
l’histoire on the hill
house proud he dusts
homely sings
the uppercrusts
a quality clings
surely the book is in mess
certainly verge
to return is a guess
the manifest urge
the self one
and you know me my honeybun
Thom Olsen
Sonnet 8
let us examine quebec as a proposition
on a map for convenience’ sake
if the mappemonde require addition
does la belle province take?
can a bunch of frenchies les anglos rid
of presumption enough to know
what fork tongues oddly on the id
has its trouble being shadow
a provincial festoon
amalgamates some state
the changing moon
continues to investigate
within sleep
is just such deep
Sonnet 7
rimbaud reads his words i read expression
in the sight of the urchin poesie
my state mental its upshot intention
out of the wonder we go to see
if you do not want me at the door, trill
i am sweet potato and apple slaw
dollar secret over fate shill
drying tomato hem and to haw
a saying there the meaning is near
recompensating the answer cannot
often by looking what sight to hear
antagonist brooking big puff of pot
folderol go to foreshadow
the wool pull to sleepy kins bed oh
Thom Olsen
Sonnet 6
fret to the first strum
a drummer’s sound
may seem dumb
or poem found
a wheel turn
the brake
as wicked earn
for heaven’s sake
the fingers ask
the map they know
what task?
be ever slow
and i know who
you
thom olsen
sonnet 5
plenty of coin in that fountain
is the refrain you keep on hearing
sesame to the mountain
wearing a golden earring
zig and zag you wander
every panorama
as you get fonder
of any drama
the welcome is all
and by your leave a lode
the friendship thrall
or story ode
ignoring coin
as loin
sonnet 3
si jamais i wouldn’t wait for sophocles
the mahamanvantara is done
or cats never had fleas
neath the risen sun
obligato sings
the stage to full
abracadabra wings
or sheepish wool
the heart to learn
the moment course
turn
panic by horse
i now and
you and how
sonnet 4
a pause d’amour shows cause
in the blink between belief
you are asudden shown doors like laws
and the understanding is you are a thief
this moonlight
your honor the accused did not even look
but might
your honour bedight took
believing in time retrieving
of losses sure
and second guessing
i say hey
no way
