POETS Day: Antisocial Sonnet #2



The drama of a sneeze can’t be denied,
Its setting of the stage is masterly,
It starts with just a tingle deep inside
In nasal preface to catastrophe.
And then it builds to twitchings of the nose
With halting gasps that interrupt your speech
To give fair warning by your facial throes
That soon you’ll splatter all within your reach.
But if you try to stop it by main force
Or stifle the inevitable blast,
You find that goes against its nature’s course–
Just let it go and get relief at last.
For sneezing is a pleasure, it is taught;
Conversely too: being sneezed upon is snot!


About Dave Trowbridge

Dave Trowbridge has been writing high-tech marketing copy for almost thirty years. This has made him an expert in what he calls “pulling stuff out of the cave of the flying monkeys,” so science fiction comes naturally. He abandoned corporate life in 2007 — actually, it abandoned him — but not before attaining the rank of Dark Lord of Documentation, a title which still appears on his business card and serves to identify clients he’d rather not work with (the ones who don’t laugh). He much prefers the godlike powers of a science fiction author (hah!) to troglodyte status in dark corporate mills, and the universe is slowly coming around to his point of view. Dave is currently laboring over the second edition of the space-opera series Exordium with his co-author Sherwood Smith, and looking forward to writing more stories in that universe. He lives in the Santa Cruz Mountains with his writer wife and fellow BVC member, Deborah J. Ross, and a tri-lingual German Shepherd Dog responsible for three cats. When not writing, Dave may be found wrangling vegetables—both domesticated and feral — in the garden.


POETS Day: Antisocial Sonnet #2 — 2 Comments

  1. That last line still cracks me up, but oh, “Nasal preface to catastrophe” sounds like the title of a postmodern novel. You know, Nasal Preface to Catastrophe: A Novel.