Ah, the sonnet; I wrote a couple 30 leaden years ago ~ this one has been reshuffled (I believe there was an American poet who did the same thing, no doubt more hiply, Queneau wrote a number of infinitely recombinable 14-liners, but I think they didn't rhyme): _Media_ I sense the pattern & I gasp for breath green centres, shaded wrappings, technicolour lines imaging the kind of muted scenic art fits nicely with those green & weekend japes a friend in verses romantically defines I like your feuds so roseately robed a coloured ball around the cosmos twirled with pigsblood (comic shrieks, slow motion gapes) which brings us clichéd prizes for the heart : his multinaturalistic lotto our recent epic of the fall bedaubed though lacking the sensation of the latest deaths gaining momentum, his thesis of the world through sunglasses, the world is like a photo