There is no time
to lighten my fail-fate...

I am hovered in the
fragile breath of spring...

Be this then a deed without a name,
and eclipse me in pitying clouds of shame...

The girl in the showy, daisy lace dress
in the form of Dian, crowned with volupture...

Here, then:
There is pain...

There stared bold at me
the light...

There’s a spot.
An insect in my eye...

Logic is a crystal warrior
Brave face sculpted bright as a glacier...

All strings of royal words that bob within my...
have slipped through my mouth and finger tips...

PRE-POEM NOTE: This is a sarcastic poem about what...
All join hands...

The day punched me like a thug.
In the blinding white canteen...

I dreamt of you again last night.
You’d got ahead and were 6’5...