Michael J. Farrand

SONNETS

Art
Lounging in cafes, sucking sugar cane
'Why should he live off the fat of the land?'
Across azure sea, on Emerald Isle
These talents you call mine are God-given
The worst nine words in the English language
'One day I woke to find myself famous'

Choose Life
Mother, I'm speaking to you from your womb
Do they tell you about the suffering
Hallelujah! Thank God she changed her mind
It's been Democrats killing Democrats
There's something wrong with your theory if
Now that you escaped what you are preaching

Life
Second son, middle child, next comes a girl
The pain of the blame no therapies brook
Just how many careers went up in smoke
Though I may rue the day I told the truth
In throes of feverish self-destruction
Just how long can a grown man suck his thumb
'With all they getting, get understanding'

Love
Secret admirer, a vain man's dream
Whereto your imagination wanders
Early Jealousy enters the picture
In a world driven by paradoxes
When Mr. Whitman speaks of 'manly love'

Mars
Your last whopper was one lie too many
'Will you sit there with a gun to your head?'
You starved me out at university
You remind you're the one with deep pockets
You seem rather impressed with yourself
California wants you for child abuse
You trip me up to laugh when I fall
Like some tyrannical barbarian
To your destruction so mechanical
Ironic the tactic that succeeded
Your aims to have me gainfully employed
Why, tell me why, would I listen to you?
You remind me of a Russian proverb
Volunteer to enter a viper's nest
When your Father's a Creature of the Deep
What might have saved you early was a punch
Most unnerving, your certainty I'd fail
In Life's rainbow of colors you see black
From behind Flames of Hell you peer out
Your very presence means all has gone wrong
To the world you masquerade as my father
What better mask for your evil notions
What better fort from which to operate
When I came to you like son to father
Where even a wolf would rescue his whelp
Your Destruction Account we must debit
Your new family should be so grateful 		In the loving, caring, smiling faces
What did you foresee if you lost your game?
Your sweet hopes for reconciliation
So far you're batting a thousand percent
You can't be involved in my Life at all
Must I go forth now with your hemorrhoid
For your seventieth birthday, my gift
You have all the sensible squares covered
Perhaps the Muslims are right about us
Alcohol, time, and guilt--my big allies
What do you think will happen after death
In Life's lottery, my number came up
My life you have made a catastrophe
You have appointed yourself the Chairman
Sorry to ruin your catastrophe
Must you make of my life a disaster
Back from Wilderness, where I licked your scar
Most damaging of all was the moving
You could so neat flee across the ocean
They say when you point a finger at me
You've developed your own mythology
Perhaps there is an 'of course' to it all
The tough-guy act has seen its last season
Electrified spikes that stick out your head
If recovery for you should match mine
Victory over your Father is no win

Truth
What if everything I know is wrong
A man must be bigger than his bald spot
American male, ludicrous creature
Marriage, the institution, serves women
He shops, he dances, and he decorates
My prayer goes out to the Red Sox Fan
If you grabbed the globe and shook it to death
In my conversation with young Marxists
From the right we get Nazi Germany
Devilish charm disguising pagan wild
The true spirit of Saturnalia
The only problem with Evolution

Sexus
In your all-out war on Mother Nature
There's one group rebels even more than you
There you go again, blaming all us males
What should we do with our ears and our minds
You correct my English at whose command
You say the male governs your behavior
You say your behavior is run by men
'Twas the man who built the world you live in
What if we tried you like at Nuremberg
© by Michael J. Farrand

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