Unmasking Wyverns

Thanks,

Here is the edited version

Masking Wyverns

Watch me slave at words I could never say
Monsoon shark god furious
The love of my father, she snaked away

Wind swept waves bled 'til Sunday
It?s a shame I am that curious
Watch me slave at words I could never say

Fierce night howls paved the way
And the way it was deleterious
The love of my father, she snaked away

Children raced past our well-lit display
An unintentional metamorphosis
Watch me slave at words I could never say

A raven-haired woman asked, "was I okay?"
Lips crimson and voluptuous
The love of my father, she snaked away

A god of wind, a shark at play
Your past is not mysterious
Watch me slave at words I could never say
The love of my father, she snaked away.




because i know how you are about spelling

Here is the edited version
for the New Yorker and they
Gay boys, Garret lief Sexton.

(the strong change is unmasking
and crow)

Unmasking Wyverns

Watch me slave at words I could never say
Monsoon shark god furious
The love of my father, she snaked away

Wind swept waves bled 'til Sunday
It's a shame I am that curious
Watch me slave at words I could never say

Fierce night howls paved the way
And the way it was deleterious
The love of my father, she snaked away

Children raced past our well-lit display
An unintentional metamorphosis
Watch me slave at words I could never say

A crow-haired woman asked, "was I okay?"
Lips crimson and voluptuous
The love of my father, she snaked away

A god of wind, a shark at play
Your past is not mysterious
Watch me slave at words I could never say
The love of my father, she snaked away.

Vilanelle



A Villanelle: "is 19 lines long, but only uses two rhymes, while also repeating two lines throughout the poem. The first five stanzas are triplets, and the last stanza is a quatrain such that the rhyme scheme is as follows: "aba aba aba aba aba abaa." The tricky part is that the 1st and 3rd lines from the first stanza are alternately repeated such that the 1st line becomes the last line in the second stanza, and the 3rd line becomes the last line in the third stanza. The last two lines of the poem are lines 1 and 3 respectively, making a rhymed couplet." --.

I pray this helps the 'ism' of your beak. If not. Oh, well.

Don't you ever get sick of being an idiot, really. Because, you are, John. you're a fucking let down to yourself, your family, and jesus, now, go fuck a chunk of pumice.

Don't wow my fucking poetry man, go wow your own. Because I can't appreciate it since everything I've read of yours is obviously some sort of trendy inside joke that I have no respect for, since, you have no respect for poetry. If you did, you'd write poetry and not nonsense. Unless you are looking for help, then ask, if not, go fuck scoria and scorpion holes. Thanks! wow!

Shut up, or me and dark angel will kick your ass wagon and get gravy on your poontain Sasha.