Arkham Asylum Literary Times ……………..Vol. XVIII…Wednesday, August 16

Shall I Compare Me To A Summers Day

Sonnet 23 by Unkie Joker

Shall I compare me to a summers day?

I'm that sunny, and with mood swings to sate,

Rough winds and dark clouds push bright, warm sun away.

My patience lease hath all too short a date.

Sometimes the dead drop like sweat from my brow

Slackened jaws, pale as Ahab's whale, their eyes dimmed.

Many fall in the bat of an eye now,

So masterful and thorough my art has been.

But my eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair wide grin;

Nor shall any death from memory fade,

Made eternal in the minds of their kin,

I make them better by their rainy deaths

I make summer last with their final breaths.

Author's Note: Sorry to those who were waiting. This would have been out with the June issue, but a certain editor does not take late submissions. But we've fixed that problem, haven't we? They've mostly gotten his entrails out of the air conditioning ducts. It still smells a little funny in the rec room when they turn the blowers on, though. Someone should work on that.

Thanks again for everyone's supportive responses. I'm glad I'm touching you in a place that's real.

--Mr. J.

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