A Friday Poem!

What? Two blog posts in a week? Tom's on a roll, baby!

Well, sort of.

I did some writing today! Was it in either of my WIPs? A new short story, perhaps?

No. I wrote a Spenserian sonnet about Olivia Nuzzi falling in love with RFK Jr.'s brain worm.

Why are you looking at me like that...?

A Canto for Olivia

Journalism's femme fatale, Olivia Nuzzi.

“I loved his brain. I hated the idea of an intruder therein. Others thought he was a madman; he was not quite mad the way they thought, but I loved the private ways that he was mad. I loved that he was insatiable in all ways, as if he would swallow up the whole world just to know it better if he could. He made me laugh, but I winced when he joked about the worm.”

• Olivia Nuzzi, “American Canto”

One day I met a man most unique,

His madness touched my heart and soul.

But soft! Into his mind I dared to peek,

What wondrous treasures perchance to behold!

I must confess my blood and bile ran cold,

At the ghoulish creature I spied therein.

I tried to turn away and bolt --

“Not so fast, my love,” its voice like soothing gin.

Conversation with the worm within

Passed many a pleasant hour.

And soon it laid bare all my fetid sins

Celebrating their dormant power.

And now I write these lines to herald our wicked plan,

To decimate reason and science, to summon the fall of man!