Sonnet: Jeffersonian Melodramas
Wheel of brie tightening around her neck, sprouts
wailing in their bedroom, Bernadette’s life would
suddenly take on new meaning. Monks next door
awakening as usual at first light of dawn, praising
their maker for frost-free refrigerators, distracted
by demoralized swans swimming their moat, clam-
oring for nordic breezes. Crucified husbands rise
once again from the dead, venture out into the ranks
of assimilated nationwide jaycee members. Bare-
knuckle endeavors with Idaho franchises in offing.
Stoutness halves readiness, as once was said. Nipped
in the Budweiser, alternate jury members toe lines.
Shiite militias advance on Kansas City, unless some
stepchild of warships ventures forth to do battle.
Halvard Johnson
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