Sonny Rainshine


Trying To Make Wine And Getting Vinegar - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

So, what does Thoreau have
that I don’t? he asked.

Thoreau is dead, you said.
It’s ‘what DID Thoreau have
that you don’t.’

So, what did he?

He believed that the industrial revolution
heralded the end of mankind’s individuality.
You and I, according to Henry David,
are living desperate lives.

You should not be enamoured of the deceased;
it could be misconstrued as necrophilia.
Who’s Henry David?

You’re making my life desperate,
you said.

Your life is desperate because you are promiscuous.
What’s with this Henry David and Thoreau and all.
Who else?
I’m very concerned about this new lifestyle
of yours.

Never mind, you say,
I’m off to check out some real estate
on a rural pond in Massachusetts.

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Comments about Trying To Make Wine And Getting Vinegar by Sonny Rainshine

  • (11/1/2007 6:51:00 AM)


    Enjoyed the taste, a bit sour, but that's the way when cider turns to vinegar.

    It's the oxidation state
    That comes from too much
    Rarified air, In this case.
    Which is, why those
    Who like their water golden
    Are dissapointed when
    They discover
    That there's more sediment
    Than sentiment in the bott'l.
    Thoreau it all.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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