Today I had to write a sonnet for class…
To pluck the vine and smash the sweet produce,
The warmth of the sun shines upon my habit.
Like a madman, I sip the nectar reduced.
Defrocked nature, heaven’s honey, I grab it,
Smash it, blend it, until no dregs remain.
Discarded skins under the press of my sole.
The sweet residual pulp of my veins
Soaking the spaces of memory holes.
Shiraz, Chianti, valleys of Merlot,
All bred to beat my chest against the wind.
To cry “My moon, tonight you wear your halo!”
Her face shines down says “O boy, have you sinned?”
Laughing in fear but not grasping for breath
Grapes from the vine, wine in my glass resoundeth.
