Sonnets are ok in a great way —
Let’s get through
this ostentatious breakout from pensiveness.
Your fly is open.

Lab animal overboard!
Freaked by what luncheon
meant and does, you’re under whose
thumb? Handsome, on the other hand
your imperfect mind is a floating
weapon. That’s why this or any one sentence
is relinquished of polarities.
And blood concentricities may conspire because sonnets are traps..

A throbbing red trap, another the color azure, bright, digestable. They just coincided.

Can you clarify luncheon? For what party in sleep?