Sonnettics

Desire the truth of some forgotten rhyme
Where majesty of sound begins to reign
Forgotten sound exposes subtle time
As what was once complex becomes mundane

Desire becomes a simple poet’s sin
A coin which tells the future from both sides
And yet we still can lose; we still can win
A secret sound in which the Voice confides

Is what I seek a simple sound, a word?
A word that gives the Voice a time to sing
The song that some forgot contained the rhyme
That took the Voice from what it sought to bring

Desire attends to Trinitys with grace
And simply gives them words they can’t replace.

Come drink with Mephistopheles and me
I never knew a drink he couldn’t mix
We’ll get him drunk, then throw him in the sea
And let him wonder how to get a fix

Let’s fix him fast on some repentant heart
Who thinks the song of sin should not be sung
Then while his eyes are fixed on subtle art
We’ll drag him through a field of fresh turned dung

He’ll beg for mercy, but we’ll give him none
Except for our respect of time and tide
A mercy built on justice just for fun
Where hidden justice has no place to hide

The art of every devil I have known
Reveals itself where demons should have flown.