He drove decisions fair and square;
like coffin nails he hailed and dared
derivatives for bonded capital
to yet a Cayman-sun sabbatical;
with green-buck snorting in Caribbean sun;
umbrella cocktail waitresses for fun;
devoured in symbiance to graceful deaths
for diamond cufflinks — unemployment breath
of nauseous bourbon shadowed 5 o’clock;
before the concrete footwear by the dock;
at loan-shark gunpoint he was forced to see
the merciful embrace of turquoise sea.
So now he’s fed the eels with rotting limbs
to pay the mob and public for his sins.
I could not avoid to write a grim sonnet here.. inspiration from found in my claret. Linking to the fair prompt of Gay at dVerse.
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November 11, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Very nice, Björn.
Thank you 🙂
Bjorn, Well written. You don’t fool with the mob. 😦 🙂 — Suzanne
Not even for those umbrella cocktail waitresses 🙂
That’s terrific – a whole novel condensed to a single verse – very cool indeed.
It’s fun to write sonnets with a narrative content…
Cooooool. Great images, tight write in sonnet form. Great narrative, you’re a born story teller. You should consider song lyrics. I understand that actually pays money! Ha. Nice work, sir.
I like this a lot. Great story.
yikes….sounds like he got his just desserts…if you dance close to the flame it will eventually burn you…
uh oh…circling IOU sharks had a good meal…