Sonnet 085
Laijon Liu 20160509
My Muse stuck in my
head, jabbers on and on
Often gives me
restless nights and brainstorms
Thoughts telling me
I’m alive, killing me too
Fragments of voices,
faces, familiar or strange
That leads me to
somewhere I can’t identify
A blue pill and a
red pill I must choose one
But I swallow both
down to that rabbit hole
Good things are
never planned on life’s road
Constant fear,
drowning, sliding down hill
Sudden outburst
rampage, godly, blank
A heavenly female
singing voice turns painful
Whaling
songs harmonize whales’ songs
I try to convert all
his sayings to good
He tries to break me
with his rhetoric
