“Brave New World — A Petrarchan Sonnet

I float gently in these ipecac seas,
admiring the clouds streaking the toxic skies,
the cypress sprouting from water’s slime,
and the trio of black zephyrs above me.
Behold! The tenacity of this Lynchian scene
wraps itself around my compound eyes,
as beautiful bulimics bask in this bizarre bucolic
and merry marauders drink from flasks of morphine.
To this variable toxicity, I smile as never before.
I let out a long sigh, and reflect,
watching the termites’ galleons sail.
Stepping on these razor-blade shores,
my oblong body disconnects,
being buried in the sand under a moon hued pale.


About Robert L. Franklin

Ah, the About Me section - social networking's excuse for you sounding like an elitist prick. Hmm... what to say? What to say?
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