Jan 7, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
No motion carries here without my final vote for the meddler in my head, he sounds a lot like me; I hear no snake’s hiss, no gravel in his throat. My will is not a raindrop carried mindless to the sea; and yet, it is my self I can’t control and the devil...
Nov 4, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
The wedding invitation I refuse; I cannot match your hunger for delight. In black robes instead of white I recuse myself; I do not have the appetite. Only a perfect one could be your muse; I wear more sensible shoes. Why do you keep me, pampered as a house-cat basking...
Feb 28, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
You are in me like an absence, a void, one that could be filled with all the wanted things— an emptiness made of what I’ve not enjoyed. My bird wears none so fine a set of wings. The woman is not ill-dressed, but if only she would display her treasures on the...
Dec 30, 2011 | Erotic, Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Regret, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
We agonize like enemies, like spies, before the King’s abundant table spread; we’d consume each other, but only chew instead. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. We tongue the scraps and bones but cannot feed and though we do not drink, our lips are...
