As you kids know, I write things. Today, staying true to my oath to make new things everyday, I finished four stanzas of a sestina. I know that's not a complete work but writing formal poetry is fucking difficult.
That being said, I am not only posting one stanza because of the incompleteness, but because I don't want to have to personally hunt down and curb-stomp some jerk for plagiarism. You'll have to wait to read the rest when it's published. Or you can just ask. Or I'll just post it here when it's finished.
Continuing in the vein of drawing stuff to go with "boring" words, I present the second stanza of "A Lady in the Evening":
Polished white teeth glint and bear the happy
Wine-stained tongue; it softens the bottle-lip click.
A last draining kiss revives the distant words
Of a Lover who, fearing life incomplete, just sits
On a shore and watches his desires flail, feigning
Fight beneath the stars; fain to fade unseen.
* F) happy A) click E) words B) sits D) feigning C) unseen*
Besos, Mes Critiques.
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