sonnet, hang drum

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We had to write a sonnet for Creative Writing...here's what I came up with:

Barking at the Pike

It's three days to Friday and we're at the pier
and Jill's mid-prostration, unrolling her kit.
I'm slump on a milk crate, slurping stale beer
clotted veins bitching and biding for hit.
I fix but she falters, and stabs through the track,
blows load into squander, then thumps at her arm.
All sensuous writhe, besieged by the smack
I gurgle susurrus at climbing alarm.
“Oh Jesus, I'm sorry!” Now sweating and frantic
she's begging absolve from her limb's searing anguish.
I'm listless and lost in the lulling Atlantic
“I'll give up the junk!” she yelps at the dead fish.
It's two days to Friday, I'm at the pontoon
and Jill's in the clinic, but I'll see her soon.

I had the phrase "parking the bike" in my head, which got switched around into "barking the pike" and the rest of the poem got written to the title (which I still think is the best part).

Update: Shitfuck, pike is a freshwater fish. Oh well, I'm not changing it. B^)

I want to learn the hang drum!

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