The world has been crushed beneath a unifying principle
The poets like to call this nauseating paradigm
“Love upon first sight.”
Between a spread of snowdewed flowerbeds
And hot vanilla ciders
Amongst the clamour of the children
You think, sir, that you are swallowing
Corruption with your beak
White feathers
Perpetuate this sempiternal pleasure
My vintage draught within your touch
Ecstasy, my devolution, your revision
You are immeasurable
Plopped down on my ivory couch
Knees a perfect ray like
You set out to impress a girl
Hotel open to the public
Wooden branches, heavy benches
I could have exited this trance
But you emerged an unintentional beguiler
You could have been a thespian display
It’s the only thing that gives me solace
Attaining more than an unstable purpose
Breathing enigmatic kisses
Reserving my ambitions,
I wander through the empty market streets.
Sit with people I don’t know
Pressed against a memory of you,
I asked you wondrously to understand my youth
You unfolded like a caterpillar trapped
He flew in like an albatross
Against a misadorned September
Fluctuations in the weather.
It is like the squiggle that we drew up on the chalkboard—
Your temper evidenced in tenth grade mathematics:
Tonight you have remembered your uneven patterns,
Perhaps I simply feel that such assumptions
Are more than they deserved and more than they
Desired.
This weekend
You were asked to buy a piece of love.
When we walked your hands swung slowly at your waist
Before you knew you didn’t need me
Balancing the weight of invitations
You are on a beach and you are swimming
Alone to frolic with the fishes
Adamantly irritating child
At the end of chapter twenty one he stopped
Drinking down a whiskey in the second person
How we thought to bridge a gap
The notice reads that we are closed
And everyone has been contained
Overrun with sweatshirt days
There was a certain film,
And every year, Simona said,
They had the students elegise in fluent
Dreamlike folklore bathed in pansies
Violets and pansies
Strewn throughout Hyde Park like