27th March 2014

Sonnet 113

We are the sums of our experience, mind,

 Proust took seven novels to talk about

How acute sense of smell still leaves us blind


To what we don't want the brain to work out.

Wedding bells ringing from birth in our heart -

They're not a sign of intellectual lack

If we accept love as life's greatest part?

White harts we run in wide circles to catch:

The romance, the romance,  unjaded sight:

Love's endangered beast /mythical creature

Belief - man's most distinguishing feature).

Sweet synaesthesia I took to be you;

What's measure'd by brain waves can't be untrue?


Sonnet 114

Your eyes, they're playing dirty tricks on you:

"Do you remember when...?"  flattery

To distract me from what you wish was true,

What you like - pornograpply's alchemy,

That makes of porn stars and things indigest

Such cherubines as my sweet selfe resemble,

Creating every bad a perfect best

As fast as downloads to your beames assemble.

You say it's what all the guys are seeing

To keep post-industrial peckers up;

The currency tired eyes' gust keep greeing,

New Eden in a Soho stripper's cup -

How to monetise original sin:

See me?  I'll be dirty Eve - you begin...



Sonnet 115

Conscious uncoupling - that therapised lie

She'll tell to pretend that what's left's dearer

To the kids than divorce.  We reason why


Not Gwynnie, your GLOOP's never been clearer.

Online lives like yours don't do accidents,

Gilded's not the prerogative of kings

 Since deference deceased, to all intents;

Big business needs big stars to sell us things.

In your blog, growing image tyrannie

Life at it's macrobiotical best

Cancels emotional uncertainties,

Crowning the present, doubting of the rest.

Her bottom line has the final say so:

Uncouple love, let online empires grow.