Sonnet: Something Happened During the Terry O'Reilly Brawl
by John Kendall Hawkins
We've hit the iceberg and we're going down.
Now we'll decide who gets that last boat ride
to the center circle of Dante's Hell,
a port town near where the Mayflower fell
onto deaf ears of corn -- GMO pride.
We dissed the warning, all eyes on the clown.
All signs were there in the subliminal,
tinkling ice cubes of our Chivas Regal:
little sex scenes filled with violent death --
brim-quimmy naked ladies out of breath
who Darwin must have missed on the Beagle.
Hidden persuader, whispered liminal.
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