This week, I recite "Birches" by Robert Frost. 8/28-31/14

                                                                                                            


                                                                

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

This week's poem is "Cut" by Sylvia Plath. 8.21-24.14

                                                       

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

This week's poem is "Sociopath." 8/7-10/14

Sociopath
February 13, 2013

You are a tornado that dissolves a tender flower,

And your reach isn't predicted, and certainly answers to no given hour.

If offered supple enticements, you'll refrain in lieu of lust toward earthly deduction,

And your rhythm represents angular, tone deaf rock slides, caterwauling destruction.

No tablet, no, thank you, to record your broken attempts to burden society.

While drunk, often swimming in absent-mindedness, beneath morals or piety,

This how you will face your discomfiture, bluntly returned to you with disobedience.

For though you loathe them, you celebrate your preening and fearful audience.

© 2013 Jarrod C. Lacy