untitted poyum #159

serpentine along the wooded path
a groove laid down in time to you
and your inter-cendiary altercations
with ahmetergun and the man from la mancha
and his own man eeyore. legendary
altercations spun into ever
twining tailgating of threadbare impulses
frayed at the centres but not at the seam
and i a dull and muddle-headed curse upon
all and no one in particular
to look on it later in retrovian vanity
you might be excused your bad taste
but not your deplorable vulnerability to charm

me, noss! – nov 2008