I Feel Fantastic

 

Day Twelve

Then everybody clapped.

Oh, I'm sorry / not the sonnet

You expected. Nor the villanelle

(who joined a cult)

Of your iambic fantasy

While you were out, I was catching lines

But my meter ran away from me

And  

Shit - there's always one

I'm herding spirit cats I'm

Just; enjambed in all the wrong places

Dissonance; the Gallic shrug

I will hang an image, high, on hooks and

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Before a line that lively steps into the swell, the culmination of my riot / canter-cloudburst getreadytoclap-