Sonnet: When the Better Angels Go Postal. Always with the revenge. The daily sonnet ponders and wonders why. Why can't New Man and the Sauruses get along?

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Sonnet: When the Better Angels Go Postal

by John Kendall Hawkins

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If the angel of my better nature

ever shows up in time to save my ass

may it be Quixote or Mama Cass

singing sentimental nomenclature

Please, I want some more or O Sole Mio!

May he or she skip the formalities

and renounce the ledger totalities

and dance the tarantella with brio.

But now as each day passes sullenly,

I've lost my faith in angels, darkness hies

and I must hither toward unlit skies

scrubbed like the Sistine freed of graffiti.

There's a brave New Man up ahead loomin' --

a Seinfeldsaurus screech: Hello, Newman!

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

Authors Bio:

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