Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine.
They aren’t overly fond you, either, I feel it’s safe to guess.
Life mostly consists of things not wanting to stay where they are.
I fuck with your theory, marry me.
It fractures mastery and coherence.
True, but that was with my long johns on.
Jay, Kay, Elle, Em, you get the idea.
When everything appears similar nothing really is.
There is a general embourgeoisement of virtue.
In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.
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.