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At Sonnet and Life's Brutal End

Kenneth Avery is a Southern humorist with well over a thousand fans. The charm and wit in his writing span a nearly a decade.


And seeking dimly through your hazy pupils blue,

Noticing various mumblings from your dry lips.
Is it beyond me, or you?
I lay beaten at cold brook taking insignificant sips.

Howl, pure woman, howl with the darkness deep
Run carefully with hand outstretched free.
You delight in the creatures hungry, yet to creep.
Oh, yes. I lay here silent. I lay here to see.

Shells small and shells massive, you sniff
At noted honors given, at noted honors living.
I sank my ship in a moment; I was happy adrift.
And you charging silently on foot of sand no love giving.

Only in a moment grand, only an eye can know
Just how evil I found out about you.
No deeds to reap. No peaceful seeds to sow.
I can die but once. Your fantasy will still be true.

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