#nonce forms

[batgovernor]

RHL, 'Privelitch'

Some suffer from a travel itch but I call that a snivel glitch I only want to travel rich and love it: it’s my privelitch. O privelitch, o privelitch! I only go to schools most rich, (and only eat foods superrich), then college has to be Oxbritch, for that’s my privelitch. I love you, love you, bitch! I wear the robes and coronitch, I swear by God I’ve found my nitch, for, be I tubby, tall or…

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[batgovernor]

Stephen Edgar, 'Dawn Solo'

First light beside the Murray in Mildura,Which like a drift of mist pervadesThe eucalypt arcades,A pale caesura Dividing night and day. Two, three clear notesTo usher in the dawn are heardFrom a pied butcherbird,A phrase that floats So slowly through the silence-thickened air,Those notes, like globules labouringThrough honey, almost clingAnd linger there. Or is it that the notes themselves…

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[batgovernor]

Nonce form: Aaron Poochigian, 'Reunion Show'

Remember rage the way we used to love it and what mad masks we wore when we began. Think of the shrieking eagle on our van, the decal, with its wings aflame and our prophetic name, The Downward Spiral, the viral expansion of it, the perks and packed arenas before the groupies got between us, the label dropped us, and the fad wound down. Boys, since this bar is in a nowhere town let’s pound out,…

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[batgovernor]

Poem: 'And, If I Could'

And, if I could, I’d sing my love with unicorns in chains of flowers,With endless oceans greyly battering by misty moors,With joyful hunting dogs with muddy paws,With soft spring showers –With anything eternal, wistful, happy, sad.But all my dogs inside are snapping, yapping, mad,My showers are wintry, my sea-shores are linedWith unkind tourists drinking bourbon,And unicorns are dead, and flowers…

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[jomiddlemarch]

The silver lining of writing a crown of sonnets is that after the first one, you have a prompt for the next thirteen (the last line of the first is the first line of the next and the last ends with the first line of the first.)

You need that silver lining though, because you’re writing a freaking crown of sonnets (and yeah, I’ve already considered stopping at seven, a half-crown, or some other way of creating a broken crown, noncing it up but I feel like, you have to do the thing properly once and I’m not even worrying about iambic pentameter so...)