I was to tarry ‘til
noon
the pain was colossal.
Anne was chaste
a lovely specimen,
a neat sinner.
an immortal collar
an immortal church
an immortal
mortal.
telling essence
doctoral eyes much rain
in our furnace.
one circuit one
life or we’ve trespassed.
I was born to
tarry – to unbelt science
a problem in our
sights.
a MFA sensei or karate
ink
with tales
exploding into fables.
I would love or
ache like beauty was pain.
a tree in upper
spheres a minx in pressures.
