Sound Urn: Sonnet To Orpheus #5 Poem by Justin Clemens

Eric, tit–keening dank sty; lusty Rosa
knew hey–days; yah, Sue sigh, in gun–stained balloon.
Then all faces hissed: sigh Hermes, tar more foes, err
in demand! Damn weir–soul, Lenin's nicked moon,
human dray, harm men! Infer Guatemala
hissed, or flay us. Venice sinked, her common gate
is snicked. Shun feel. Vendredi rose in chaleur.
Ooh my Pa, target man's smell who bears state,
oh, free air swindles, moustache ears by grift!
Hunt when himself, hawk–banked dust, harsh wonder.
Indemn sign–wart, diss hear–sign who bears drift,
hiss her, her shone door to woe in ears' nicked bay. Light it,
dear liar, get her swanked! Him necked un–hander,
under cay hawked, under mare who bear trite It.