Sonnet with
Spaghetti and Meatballs
Natural meaning like
homemade versus restaurant meatballs
invades my mind with
empty detail and stories without resolution
like a tea tray
resting on the hem of birdhouse roof high above
like the home cook trades
presentation for rustic taste
I reflect on spaghetti
and meatballs around the world
magazines, journals,
periodicals, books pile up around me
as eyesight fogs and
appetite to know eclipses reading speed
I compare strange meatball
recipes in blogs and cookbooks
Music and construction
TV shows alternate with Law and Order
cram unused mind sectors
until I become reading impaired
assigned reading sputters
slower than casual meaningless fare
and crashes like paper
airplanes into weird roof intersections
Revolutions with no
evolutions focus like a man without a face
in a revolution of
decades in moments that settle like dust
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