Clare Sonnet Try for dVerse

 

I dream to be the drummer beating loud

And lead deaf cats home purring pert and proud

I dream to be the singer of a band

And share old tales with moss from barren land

And daughters willing wilting on the stage

Where deeds of drunks go flat with bouncers’ rage

Where joints from baggies rolled slow down the rush

And freaks the fog cloud floating in white dust

I like the needle flushing out my pain

From winter winds and father’s whips in Maine

I hate the way weed wilts young singer’s rhyme

To slimmer zens and Buddhas eastern time

That dream about the drummer is a lie

I play guitar and drink martinis dry

 

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