6 Train: 59th to 14th Street

Those fit men. Their pectoral pairings

Their married impalings 

And untailored mendings 

Too soon mollified 

By wife and todlerry. 

The fatal coatery of 

Wealthy unemployers,

Well-to-do destroyers

Of plenty. The plot of the

Well intentioned beast of the lottery

Is set to deploy you. 

Sweet to avoid you. 

Oh, the intelligence 

Of risky days in the dillagence 

Of those in the scenery.

Take cues from a dreamery

Too soft or obscene for thee. 

This ring that I offer

These proofs from the coffer

Of all the profundity knocked 

To the absurd infinity. 

I wonder...

How long 'til you're done with me?

06/10/2015