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Jim Behrle

5 Sonnets

50.

we wish for wicked things
           at the end of tonite

feelin down, dirty, and
           fearing Jesus’ wrath

watch for the entrance
           of love, at its

       scariest, beware
its venomous chompers

51.

and across the firmament

        my one way out

hangs,

                         *

             just like that

52.

eureka!

             when we invented
             the angels

             we forgot ourselves

throw me your halo
         and spats

         let’s step out
and never look back

53.

remind me later
            of the edge

            clone me
            1000 times

            and give me
            1000 more of you

on reentry: dead air, slow motion

54.

c’mon—
          snow with us

       change yourself into
       a twisting ave.
       or a door leaning
       in a lonely alleyway

yr. wings are tall and red

draw back your bow, etc.

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