black hole sonnet

Published by Carole Bromley at York Mix

of drudgery i sing oh god i’m bored
this head is vacant and this heart asleep
my feelings took a package-trip abroad
and left me drab alas too drab to weep
my spleen lies burnished on a spanish beach
and shares a beer with disdain fear and wrath
while i have sudden lost all power of speech
so while away ten days in silent sloth
they sent a postcard what is that to me
sans teeth sans eyes sans taste sans everything
air mail alicante → leigh-on-sea
All Right Mate? Senoritas Got Some Bling!
i clutch onto but one cantankerous dream
in which the bastards lose their sun-tan cream