Ignoring the presence of fluency,
political correctness
and all the rest -
- lamentable stuff,
stand back, you smouldering beast,
the shining azure curves and exponential graphs with seven dots
on each of the wing.
And purple herrings, and lenient beats.
And the games of my so-called essence.
Fall back to your own spinal cord;
exhausting it is, this experience -
caffeine and coke fills -
support, believe me, it's support.
For what?
For the future, my child,
for the vague choked visits,
up there, right up there,
to the core.