The screwing we’re getting is not worth the screwing we’re getting…

The screwing we’re getting is not worth the screwing we’re getting.
It’s schmaltzy.
The ending of each of our relationships is built into its composition from the start.
It aint gonna stay right.
I don’t think that washes.
Let’s circle back on this.
They always looked like too much work to be worth it.
Marriage is a woman’s grave.
That’s what jewelry is for.
Love remains the narcissistic apparition of a symptom.
The feeling of being free from harm.
That signals warmth and sincerity.
My life is as good as an Abba song.

Note on the Text

These 555 sonnets are made with found lines and precise measures, a database and text analytic software. I crunched Shakespeare’s sonnets for word, syllable and character averages, and these are my new measures. The lines’ oddities are their own, the arrangement is mine. After the text analytics and data entry, many ways of assembling are found. I hold to the turn (when I think of it) and that sonnets are poems of a certain size, but little more. Something in excess of the lines passes through, it’s that I’m chasing.

John Lowther’s work appears in the anthologies The Lattice Inside (UNO Press, 2012) and Another South: Experimental Writing in the South (University of Alabama Press, 2003), and Stone, River, Sky: An Anthology of Georgia Poems (Negative Capability Press, 2015). Held to the Letter, co-authored with Dana Lisa Young, is forthcoming from Lavender Ink. His website: http://lowtherpoet.wordpress.com.

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