David L. Wilson

(Pembroke Pines, Florida)

Sonnet 2

Nothing is wrong with me is wrong with me,
To "Know Thyself" is to pray for sweet death,
For thy chameleon's strength is what I flee,
Vast tundra my only friend till last breath,
Companions served to me on empty plate,
No logic for thy pendulum to swing,
and our passions kept low it is our fate,
As our phallic creates let death it bring.
For thy God within becomes entombed

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