Patron Saint: A Sonnet for the Daily Post
Patron Saint Saint of sestinas, sonnets and robots, patron of science and sweet baking cakes, why limit yourself to worshipful tots? When you could be prayed to by handsome rakes? Rolex wearing and luxury driving cheapskates? Neon halos cap steeples in crisp mega-storied cities; they’re falling into ruin. Its’ patrons are dice’n and betting on saints. Where’s their halos now? Their ivory gowns and soft folded wings? Do prayers wing to them? Does grief make them bow down and weep? On bended knee do they sing of a better world not yet brought to earth? Oh patron saint, bring that new … Continue reading Patron Saint: A Sonnet for the Daily Post


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