Sonnet Sequence: Collage super sonnet: 14 poems, each a "line" in a sonnet. After Ted Berrigan. Now you try, fracture-puss.

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14 Collage Sonnets (after Ted Berrigan)

By John Kendall Hawkins

By avoiding the arrangement of lines into sub-structures like quatrains, octaves, or couplets, he creates a form that is divisible into fourteen "equal" parts, similar to how an hour is divisible into sixty equal minutes, allowing for the sonnet to become a consistent and reliable structure capable of measuring the passing of time.

-Timothy Henry, "Time and Time Again," Jacket 40 (2010)

SONNET #1: Dancing on Shakespeare's Tomb

jigging the nave north wall: a dance of death

Was Shakesphere homotextual? O!

Warburg Pincus TurnItIn!â„¢ Kiss 'n Tell spin my bottle

Ring them bells for all of those who are Left

smoked the out back bones beached white Mozart's debtor fingers

like little Ozzie Freedman, his sin agog

eschewed (gesundheit) the safety net, a monologue

early years later chains saw choked and throttled O lies! lies! lies!

Lon Chaney returns the hunch back the circus bowl of lemon scents

my knave (add sage) Were cranky Ross and stern Guildy gay?

Angels whom no obscenity summons?

My wife's rage Dr. Phibes the labyrinthine pipes play

dance me O Son god little buddha Mammon

Who shot the sheikspheres out out the brief canon?

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SONNET #2: Teaching in Port Moresby

preaching the gospiels Marley strum and drum drum prophets

Profits the lost, the found, the O ring them bagatelles!

Sunday sails past rascal-filled banana boats mudmen smile

chain smoking cargo cult girls with Maybelline eyes

flotsam boggy mangos riffed rafts all washed up ashore

all birded up with fetters beating singsing logs singing

I toke the Hairyclitean rivers of my demise

mixed Moresby doubles razor Demons, wired fences betelnut juiced

O where the streets have no names O gilded age! Sing papaya

doppelgangsters chainsmoke barramundi fires

the offstage world is clasps its knees weeps polluted Lethe

my world is poetry emotion mackerel and salmon smack me blue

jammin'

the rich kid's back row snarky snicker, O, spells trouble

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SONNET #3: Miles Davis on Her i-Phone

Sometimes she finds my crazy, well

she skips stones @ the middle path which parts the sea

I'm black alright: they'll never let me forget it

Saxobongs smokin' jays scratching out the fever bone

O daughter, the birds the bees I say: argon

Slide, slide that slide trombone

The candied incandescence lollies glow

The honkey horn wail of the beached i-Pod

Hegel's phenomenology online it's the triad's work

Depicts the quaver in a tantrum of desire

The liar's cage, the seer's cage, the cage the cage

No shaman talkin' but if I were, I'd be

Wham bam thankyoumammin the nomenclature sucks

I'm black alright: I'll never let them forget it.

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SONNET #4: The Golden Catfish of the Kalahari

blind, (un) seen, slide down dharma sluices between cool silicon swells

Abbie Hoffman drives his Sirocco all the way to Morocco

just to see it rhyme

Joseph Campbell beat your drum bells what's Left left

spark up firefly fields, paint the canvas blank

needy ascii astrorisks snog to racy raster rhythms

We are just cogs Nippon buddha bees still

poke me when the toilet's free, the widening gyre cannot hear the gyrator

and vulture masked women circle the golden arches of Abu Dhabi's Mickey Ds

movie set monkeys circle the Kubrick kabala

hey, I'm no flute put out the futile fires

don't stage manage I'm no Kung Fu Cain

O the unseen superfluity of the sluicy sublime

'neath cliche'd sands, one measured cup of borrowed time

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SONNET #5: I Am the Mayor of Albuquerque

Higgs' bosom brimming, Frank Fuckyomama, the living end

I am the mayor of Albuquerque

a four-stroke engine mowing down the koan

a riveting star from a froggy pollywog

high, tense wires thrum gutsy catacombs play me you violin

even the wind's been plagiarized O turn in it!

some say the world ends with desire how nice

But I'm the mayor of Dansig pirouettes of the last snow demur

same old damning quest daddy, will I die?

blind as Lear weeping three old monkeys whistle Winn Dixie in the rain

squalls you get the feeling there'll be more, the same

Daddy I am the mayor Of the bells, bells, the bells:

crushing pressure the diamond's heaven the diamond's hell

And I don't have the body to sing electric, balls

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SONNET #6: I Couldn't See the Lake for the Trees

the pastry prologue up above where whorleds collide

one man washes the number 5 (no joke)

flametendrilledpeat the whiskey neat the unmistakeable stench of defeat

Ireland! Byron, Shelley, the monstress Frangipansies

raging love to kalimba tones all Billy Cobham thumbs

where Wordsworth drawled -- el blotto -- through lonesome rorschach clouds

chances are Pound was sane was staged

I am destroying my world with puns

again, she said, and he took her thyme

peacock leaves and butterflies frittata away the fugal wind

some say the English girls are fire, some say ice

und... Liebe ist ein Geier, der darauf wartet

And Frank Stein said: f*ck me, the ice floes've melted

I poked she soared then Bakshi came and cumbed

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SONNET #7: K. Out the Window

obviously, she can't tell a joke, plus there was a door

haven't had eggnog for years can't fathom the stuff

there were no baroque bars along the Bosphorus

her seeds banged to life up and down in brickies' hods

the pithy dithyrambic dirge she sings all spires of yesteryear

an unhandled exception has occurred Magellan's bored

akimbo gestures my despair a future looking mighty tense

now that she has a bowl of collages in her room

you could draw the conclusion I'm some flaming a**hole

they'll be no jewry tamerind here

out! like a fireman at the bell out to her own fire

inbox spam outhouse tomatoes the usual suspect lives

but, when she returns, her shnozzle

fits like a snub-nosed in my eye muzzle to my head

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SONNET #8: Take a Taxi to Taksim Square

if you jog along the Bosphorus you will die

Drink Coke! smoke, smoke, smoke

the dolmuÅŸ driver wore London Fog and sneezes hard our lethargy

some pommy hired Johnny Turk, hey who ordered the curry?

age before beauty and it was a beautiful age gilded and guilt free

sunset over the suspires a Kurd just jumped into the sea

It's hard to gauge taxonomies just follow your bliss

time, time, time Medusa weeps in the Cistern chapel the sea

in the dolmuÅŸ mirror I'm Rainer Magolds all squeezed together

Taksim can be taxing whirling dervishes swarm the tree

I snowed there once and *jang* a buddha bell

and whilst Sibel sippd tea Dolly's throat was slit for Eid

redlight all Fellini flowed night engulfed Leander's Light mmm, felafels

smoked smack some bomb goes off someone says, in Turkish, the Triffids have arrived

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SONNET #9: The Kike Who Liked Me

collidoscopic shards we screamed Fire!

the looping flash of outraged glass they say collage is dead

Mike was five, then never five again such despair

The Strangler's loose! Jesus sobs we had no phone

the mezuzah's angle the old "kike" came and wept

Jackson Pollock Jesus crucified to a queen-sized bed Ham

Michael was never five again

flailing are there museums for such living ghosts?

out back, wild poppies the old "kike" wept and stroked my hair

after, the pall a chance to live, had you died mother mezuzah

Mike robs banks artichoke, I Adonai eloheinu

what must he have seen such old "kike" despair

every mirror a new dialectic you can't coax oblivion

they took her away they took us away the old man stroked my hair

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SONNET #10: Crawling to Rotto in the Rain

against the push back curls the blow back whale don't make waves

fair dinkum Johnno an encrypted smile come up for air

percipi manipulandum the brain drains clockwise but nescio latine

at Gallipoli we smash Efes Pilsener diggers rocking the kabala a doleful didgeredoo

fast on the ferry over some cop takes notes investigates the sky

Bill Murray would love all the pretty quokkas pop-up ghosts with didgeridoos

many "Abos" died here on this island one swim per year

Children pedal along to the lighthouse where they drawl and twang at the sea

I met a blackfella once an open ward on a walkabout

he ran at me with a rock singing Gold!

Wagner's not so bad it's in his chromotones three degrees of separation

some clusterfucked kid from Babylon

on Rotto you can ogle mudpie and even mudmen smile

bells collages the feeling of nothing there despair, despair

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SONNET #11: Fellini Gives Good Butterfly

Red Light the frame develops lipsticked midgets lave the moon

underage butterflies with silver wings showing vintage Janus films

we watched Roma spaghetti cunnilingus was involved

constellated pasties, gluons, Higgs boson Coltrane blues

there's nothing orangeable anymore Warburg Pincus Turn Yourself In

of surging adrenaline waves;

to which all my ganglia raves

like little hands that gleefully laud

a magic show and thrill for more

Mike was never five again

mad chronicler and broke sit with Vidal signs of the end

the moon a lovesick clown balloon, gassed remember the horrorcaused

Alas, poor Yorick absent thee from fellatio awhile (I joke, get to it!)

The beautiful life O, thanks for the mammaries

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SONNET #12: When the Bell Drools, Ring Them Bells

There will be magic so long as there are metaphors

Socrates said: f*ck Democracy and downed El Cid

Every effort mustard maid support the tropes

there's no longer any such thing as crime

it's all asymmetry you'll be droned if you rhyme

the minotaur, found with a clue, weeps in his empty cubicle

wave particle duality cruel schizophrenic shards

drool (Simon says) Julian's encrypted smile

it'll all be over soon the Bradley Manning trial

slackjawed jackdaws smoking cubist cigars (Bells!)

Dem never love, never love poor Marcus (till dem betray 'im)

John Ruskin got stoned in Venice my balls are blue earths

Ogden Nash blew Bennett Cerf a kiss before I die

it's the paradigm, stupid St.Thomas Kuhnalini ring dem bells

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SONNET #13: When the Drones Come

clowns killing clowns floppy ambivalences of power

amino acid signature strikes change your Rorschach now

a cheap TransubsTanTiaTion money shots, then money screams

the room full of mousetraps snapping up the domino's pizza

duck-rabbits are everywhere drooling why?

Monsanto's a concept by which we'll measure our pain (say it again)

and cluster bombs willy-willies of razor wire Turn It Inâ„¢

Christ, bin Laden was tall! The Zion Train is coming

oak is the strongest wood for arks, now bark Magellan's adrenaline sea

riding the Gravy Train the dogs refuse alas poor Hamlet, I knew him well

very cross hairs missed me by a pubic centimetre

rage against the dying of the light

fire ice fire ice fire ice the big bangled whimper how nice

Lon's got a hunch clang, the rusty bells

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SONNET #14: O God, Nietzsche Was Right

Juggling the navy north wall: the breath of death

prophets the lost the bound O bring them bagels!

I'm black alright, but f*ck it, just forget it

Joe Campbell beat your meat balls are all that's left

high tense wires high strung falsetto beliefs my blue guitar upside yo head

Wordsworth was a poofter and so were his clouds

I kindle gestures? my bad all how you frame it and the lens

Was it Medusa or Madonna? I kinda just threw that out there (collages, right?)

out back in the territories some wild-eyed kike beats the sh*t out of let's-call-him-Ahmed, who has a stroke, that's why darkies were born

right back atcha the cask you need it's getting old!

Plato's Cave, Socrates's dialectics, Nietzsche wired in tights fwit went right over their heads to the very end

John Ruskin saw gargoyles, so you know it was some serious sh*t

not a dry ice in the house badda bing badda boom how nice

80,000 lonely one-way trips to Mars *astrorisks* koan fields repeat and rinse

(Article changed on December 19, 2020 at 03:37)

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.