I decided against this old number
Catwalk Sonnet for Forums.
Here is a poem for knife and fang.
Dismember it, fillet it, flay it alive,
bone it and vein it. Circumcise--
remove any evidence it once sang.
Correct it, admonish it, condescend,
explain that its attitude fails the test
of current theology. Poorly dressed
for catwalking fashion toward the trend.
Sneer, leer and jeer at inadequate chic,
a general levity, blatant clarity,
occasional mention of human stupidities.
Beat at its meter, repeatedly pick
on its feeble metaphor, weak modality.
Death, sex and self the eternal quiddities.
Janet
Linear Mode
