12/16
Sonnets From Other Lives: Rex

Whatever that shit was it wasn’t X—
most likely crappy acid mixed with speed.
Sprawled out in the chill room—tweaking—Rex
could go for some peace, love, & harmony
to replace the ogre armies on the wall.
He struggles to concoct an avatar
to wade into the horde & slay them all
but all those visits to the open bar
have left him hella short of in control.
Plan B—he’ll focus solely on the drone—
C# major bass chord vibrating his soul—
until his girlfriend takes his sorry carcass home.
He’ll rehearse his lines in case somebody asks
--How was the party? --Dude that shit kicked ASS!