Harold Rhenisch

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Poetry

Greenboathouse Books, July 2001. ISBN: 0-9685357-7-1. 7 x7 24 pages. $8.00 O.O.P.

These poems now appear in Living Will!

 

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Ten of Shakespeare's sonnets are freed from Shakespeare's words and forms, to be once again the words of a living man writing out the story of a love affair, in exultation, rage, jealousy, infatuation, shame, joy, despair, and a thousand delicious, intimate details. Check out the whole series! 


            

               
                  

               		
               
                  

                  
                  
               		
            

         

         
         
         
         
         
         

      		
   



 

   

      
         

      		
      
         

            
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Do you think I care a rat's ass
            for Martha Stewart

            
            
and her homes of the rich and
            famous, or want to thumb

            
            
my nose so violently at the
            status quo that I will go 

            
            
down in history, which grows
            shorter by the minute

            
            
anyway and is likely to not
            even outlast my bad reputation?

            
            
I've seen the ass-lickers that
            hang around CEOs

            
            
go bust by paying too high a
            price for too few 

            
            
insider tips and throw
            themselves from fifty-first

            
            
story windows. Traders could
            have settled for decent 

            
            
salaries and full benefits, but
            are now slinging burgers

            
            
at MacDonalds, burnt out. No.
            I'll wait quietly 

            
            
in the shadows, thank you very
            much, until 

            
            
you notice me and accept me
            simply, just as I am, 

            
            
a man with all his faults. In
            this trade 

            
            
there's no chance for profit,
            time can tick by 

            
            
all it likes, there is no
            hidden agenda: we'll trade 

            
            
shares in each other one for
            one. So if you're going 

            
            
to spread lies about me, please
            remember:

            
            
true love is least in your
            control when heaped with slander.

            
            
 

            
            
 

            
            
CXXV

            
            
 

            
            
Wer't ought to me I bore the
            canopy, 

            
            
With my extern the outward
            honoring, 

            
            
Or layd great bases for
            eternity, 

            
            
Which proues more short then
            wast or ruining? 

            
            
Haue I not seene dwellers on
            forme and fauor 

            
            
Lose all,and more by paying too
            much rent 

            
            
For compound sweet; Forgoing
            smple sauor, 

            
            
Pittifull thriuors in their
            gazing spent. 

            
            
Noe,let me be obsequious in thy
            heart, 

            
            
And take thou my oblacion,poore
            but free, 

            
            
Which is not mixt with
            seconds,knows no art, 

            
            
But mutuall render onely me for
            thee. 

            
            
Hence,thou subbornd Informer, a
            trew soule 

            
            
When most impeacht, stands
            least in thy controule. 

            
            
 

            
            
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