Sonnet with Mozart and Bear
       

Whoever you're with, I'm sure he's the real
deal, the pith of the myth, a fanged Wolfgang
to my toothless Salieri. Your unsheathed
claws never exhaust his mahogany
scratching post. He can overhaul the night
and underwrite its darkness while you wait.
Your ram pens Hamlet for his restless ewe.
I hem and haw with the mule in the barn.
"Sometimes I just want a man who does things,"
you say. Maybe I should kill a grizzly,
fuck the Thou out of your whiz kid's sublime
I-Thou. Jazz like that. When I say "I do
things too," a silence falls. Scarlet embers
of a thousand angels flare and perish.

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