Sonnet

One year it was obligatory
to be wary of wearing hats with no names

Of a collection of lecterns it was written

a collection of lecterns was the essence of nullity made wax

Their loving similes interrupted the development of cartoon technology

and made it the more likely

abuse of prescription medicines would ensue / In our night rides

as youngest assassins we epitomised an idea

of folkdance as moral philosophy

I was never more alone than the day you kissed the night

containing suitcases of blond hair a canary cage and

now I hear the wind and the rain

and the sound is a cold sound

the rain and the wind the sound so cold