I've been a bit slow on the sonnet draw, but finally it is ready to be posted. It's not the best poem Kari has ever written, but than again I'm not sure what that truthfully would be(and yes this sonnet does owe a small debt to Rio).


I ask a favor, Mighty Muse;
the flavor, the formation
of this world of lecherous use
has gone stale. Copulation
is the sole achievement;
hordes of fleshy model, teeming
with prosaity, obscure the firmament.
But I! I have a desiring
for celestial creation, for the sight
and speech and sense(however lunatic)
to mold and grant a perfect thing flight.
So your bounty, great and hermaphroditic
I beseech, and require to succeed: please
fill me with your little mind-babies.