Hospital Sonnets

 5-25-2022

Another mission faltered on its way

The officers surrounded me again

They rain upon parades and on my day

to be this good again, I know not when

But for those fleeting moments on my own

I crossed the streets, ignoring all the signs

Few people are offended by my tone

They pour no drinks, not even beer or wines

So, dying of this thirst, I call for aid.

Am laughed at by the armored men w/ guns

I sing and play but still I'm never paid

Thrown nickels hurt, I'd settle for some ones

If no one listened, I'd still do the same

for Budda is a mission and a name.

5-25-22

My destiny is to pass out and live

I've never died, so far as I recall

But, when I do, the others will forgive

Step over broken bottles in the hall.

Tomorrow, though, should be another day

awake by eight, completely blitzed by 9

I stumble out the door and on my way

My path resembles just a wavy line.

The lubricated mind is now complete

I point its power at this empty page

I fill it with these rhymes that can't be beat.

Discarded spells from some retired mage.

The old words still work wonders in the dark

They know that sparkling eyes provide the spark

Let's write another sonnet in this book

To pass the time and occupy the mind

Tomorrow we can come and take a look

to see what lovely writing we can find

The letters string together, making words

The words accumulate creating lines

I'll play guitar for lizards, trees, and birds

And charge the awestruck gawkers heavy fines

I scoop them up and hurry on my way

and spend them all on strings and picks and beer

My breakfast wakes me up to start the day

My future not in stone and crystal clear

Another morning waits to find its end

and here I'm sitting, waiting for a friend.

The cobwebs gather on my crippled limbs

The spiders have constructed lovely homes

The gardener sharpens shears and truly trims

The hero of the story bravely roams

The princess in the tower waits for aid

The dragon that protects her is asleep

The pastries for the party have been made

The moat around the castle isn't deep

The sorceror is staring into mist

The visions that he sees portend the dawn

The lips of lovers waiting to be kissed

The star-crossed lovers wait to get it on

The fairy tale starting to unfold

As fire turns to ice and growing cold

These sonnets are so easy to complete

But no one ever reads them in the end

In centuries they may be called elite

And passed around to someone's special friend

For now I'll write to pass the endless time

This pen may last another couple days

Let iambs come, continuing to rhyme

Impressing in the old familiar ways

I know not how much longer I must wait

Until I'm loosed again upon the land

I've naught to do but deal with my fate

And take the wayward angel by the hand

I'll soon take music to the sullen street

another sonnet now becomes complete