Captain Beefheart's Sonnetry Review

It's entirely Rick's fault.

I wrote a sonnet once that darkled bright.
It swelled like fungal fruiting bodies full
of psilocybin or amanitol
and zoomed like meteors across the flight
of NASA shuttles. Thought it only right
to share this growth of genius. What pool
of readers could be found to wrap their skulls
around this bulging stick of dynamite?
Why, Captain Beefheart’s Sonnetry Review!
The very place for hallucinogenic
self-expression bordering on manic!
I stamped the envelope. I licked the glue.
But strange as Ecbatan, the Cap refused.
“Too fast. Too bulbous,” were the words he used.


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