Sapphic Ode

You are a masochist, we've always suspected as much...

Listen all you metrically-challenged poets
Hear the beat of Sappho's Hellenic whimsy
Through her deep and sorrowful feted stanzas
Elegance wanders

I the weary passenger sit here inking
Tracks that follow meaningless misty furrows
Frowning silent shadowless strokes on shameful
Papery planets

Shooting spaceless into the untamed ether
How they dribble desperate globs of gases
Watch them, words go farting through glaring orbits
Optical debris

Sappho, she who cunningly lingers windward
I can hear her mocking this muddled melange
Poor pretender, I have no words left in me
Thanks be to Gaia