Sonnet: Fallen, Can't Get Up
by John Kendall Hawkins
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I am here today but may not be
tomorrow, that's the fraud thrust upon me,
ham and cheese sandwich I am forced to eat,
to borrow a knacker's phrase, in defeat,
horse-beaten Nietzsche nag, Boxer alone,
facing his glue future, dog its own bone.
Morse tweetin' with his dashy dots: tightwire
dancing clown between beast and ÃÅ"ber hire.
First time I held roses up to my love --
she smiled and smelt and she said, "Why white dove?"
The worst crime committed's a double-bind --
hearsed, limed, six deep in love at the same time.
Well, ain't no Nietzsche's gonna help me now --
fell, falling, bim bang boom kazowie pow.
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