Love’s Gonna Get You

A Sonnet

My partner and myself at my High School Alma Mater Subiaco Academy which I share with the poet Frank Stamford RIP

These words are my only material,
these objects I crave that resemble you,
that got me singing these killing floor blues
to the moon’s battlefield ephereal. 
The backrent was more than I could afford
so I sell my tears distilled through language
to find some way to hide from my anguish
blasting on the rival turf of Stamford.
How I wished that your death would just drive by
and instead all I heard was the cricket
following the North Star lickety split
gobbled up by iv’ry jaws open wide,
	how I wish I could feel real mother’s joy,
	like wishing the puppet to a real boy.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/frank-stanford