My Own Private Ulysses: Joycespearean Sonnet 144

Joycespearean Sonnet 144 Two games I play of James Joyce and Will’s verse, Which toy with your boy inversely in turn. But life invades my wordy universe: A devil girl’s love. Will I ever learn? My games were interlaced, but life was not, And since we interfaced, it’s all infused. My demon lover’s just too goddamned hot, Her intercourse has left me all-confused. To win my games involves some homing…