Speak not of phantoms
of Tactus, in tandem--
are my Anathema

et cetera, but a long time
since Anthem.

Arthritic everlastings of
Pathos,
Ere passing--

Words' genitalia,
And of heartstrings--
Harassing

Me so! Caress
The carer--a lie, languidly
Languish--no nearer

Ad nauseum, bleed--
a blossom, from which you flow--
Or flew, clomb the Colossal.

Falsity the Fairer
Pain seeping-- no further
Than pride, yet over

The lager beleaguer
to lust ever after, a while
Before laughter--

But I, laughing
No longer--

Laugh for another,
Lips parting for barter.