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BUFFY-VERSE SERIES    (105-108) SONNETS #109-112 of 154 (113-116)
SPECIAL [TRUE/FICTION?] STORYLINE SERIES
INSPIRED-BY MIS-HEARING SOMETHING SPIKE SAID
IN BtVS #119/6.19 "SEEING RED"]

 
[R.I.P. SEPT '02]

SONNETS #109-112 for Tea Time in L.A. #40 -
Spike's Special Blend (of Tea?)

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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #20- (Talking about Buffy
as Shakespeare would have. [g])

Posted by: forensicpoetry - May 08, 2002, 5:32 PM

NOTE: Regarding Spike's mention of "tea" (in episode #119/6.19 "Seeing Red"). . .
It turns out that when I heard Spike say he would "make his tea" with the
Slayer's bones . . .

. . . WHAT HE REALLY SAID WAS [smile] "pick his teeth . . ."

BUT, you know, I still really like the IDEA of Slayer Bone Tea. [ewg]
And if I hadn't heard Spike "wrong" . . . I wouldn't have written
the sonnets BELOW.

 
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNET #109-112 of 154
SPIKE'S SPECIAL BLEND [PART 1]

rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 4-sonnet sequence)

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{BVS_109_01.01} I'M HAVING TEA WITH SPIKE. We used his leaves

{BVS_109_01.02} to brew our cups. It's not my cup of tea.

{BVS_109_01.03} Strange flavor, this. Perhaps dear Spike deceives

{BVS_109_01.04} about these "leaves" . . . my gullibility . . .

 
{BVS_109_01.05} . . . is easily persuaded by his smile.

{BVS_109_01.06} OH NO, dear friends, no don't think that I'm gay. {ewg}

{BVS_109_01.07} IT'S JUST this thing he has. I like his style.

{BVS_109_01.08} Slutskaya's got her spin. And Spike his play.

 
{BVS_109_01.09} Panache . . . if that more suits your taste in words.

{BVS_109_01.10} Like Cyrano, Spike moves with passion's heat.

{BVS_109_01.11} He speaks poetic'lly . . . TO DAWN: "The birds

{BVS_109_01.12} are flying (once) again" . . . to frame the sweet . . .

 
{BVS_109_01.13} . . . revival of the Wil & Tara bond.

{BVS_109_01.14} WE SIP OUR TEA . . . I ASK: "WHAT LIES BEYOND?"


{2}

{BVS_110_02.01} SPIKE SMILES THAT SMILE, and says he can't reveal

{BVS_110_02.02} the storyline . . . or Joss would ring his neck.

{BVS_110_02.03} He mumbles 'bout a "non-disclosure deal."

{BVS_110_02.04} THEN SMILES AGAIN: "I know this discotheque."

 
{BVS_110_02.05} WE DRAIN OUR CUPS . . . Spike swipes the residue

{BVS_110_02.06} from fingertip to lips . . . and licks the dregs.

{BVS_110_02.07} HE INDICATES perhaps I lick mine, too.

{BVS_110_02.08} I SMILE as I decline . . . then stretch my legs . . .

 
{BVS_110_02.09} . . . before I hop behind him for the ride.

{BVS_110_02.10} SPIKE'S MOTORCYCLE ROARS, and I hold tight.

{BVS_110_02.11} NO, not because I'm gay{ewg} . . . I am astride

{BVS_110_02.12} a two-wheeled missile . . . heading into night.

 
{BVS_110_02.13} Up P.C.H.{Pacific Coast Highway} a moment . . . then the turns

{BVS_110_02.14} of Sunset.{the street} Screaming engine. Muffler burns . . .


{3}

{BVS_111_03.01} (REMEMBER THIS: Don't let your ankle touch

{BVS_111_03.02} those pretty, bright chrome tubes along each flank

{BVS_111_03.03} of motorcycles. You won't like it much.)

{BVS_111_03.04} WE HIT THE SUNSET STRIP . . . and then my bank.

 
{BVS_111_03.05} Not robbery, dear friends, my A.T.M.

{BVS_111_03.06} If you know Spike, you know the cost is yours

{BVS_111_03.07} for his attention. Clear? You pay. Not him.

{BVS_111_03.08} And if you buy his beer, it won't be Coors . . .

 
{BVS_111_03.09} . . . but some imported brand that costs a mint.

{BVS_111_03.10} BUT YOU'RE WITH SPIKE . . . why would you ever b*tch

{BVS_111_03.11} about the costs? YOU'LL SEE YOUR NAME in print

{BVS_111_03.12} in tandem with a bold-face. What's the hitch?

 
{BVS_111_03.13} No hitch, dear friends, as long as you recall

{BVS_111_03.14} if you want fame, you're at its beck and call.


{4}

{BVS_112_04.01} A LONG LINE'S WAITING at an 80's club . . .

{BVS_112_04.02} BUT YOU'RE WITH SPIKE . . . you will not wait this time.

{BVS_112_04.03} No one complains. This is no corner pub

{BVS_112_04.04} where ev'ryone's the same. 'Twould be a crime . . .

 
{BVS_112_04.05} . . . if Spike was kept outside . . . and so, YOU'RE IN.

{BVS_112_04.06} There's other famous faces in the mix,

{BVS_112_04.07} and L.A. coolness rules say it's a sin

{BVS_112_04.08} to stare at some celebrity for kicks.

 
{BVS_112_04.09} AND SO WE SAIL through bodies unperturbed.

{BVS_112_04.10} I BUY TWO BEERS (my own of lesser kind).

{BVS_112_04.11} WE FIND A BOOTH . . . where we won't be disturbed

{BVS_112_04.12} (by sculpted buns and lips botox refined) . . .

 
{BVS_112_04.13} . . . WHILE WE DISCUSS the role of Spike so far.

{BVS_112_04.14} A bit part Marsters burned into a star.

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