You have only to ponder
that of all that immense number in the motley crowd
straining and shoving
purely at the peril of some soldierly whip
...
How many times will Joshua
shun
my sword and
blow
...
The morning mirror
Whose raw reflection
Films the frustrating futility
Of my continual cosmetic diligence
...
Only this lax little kiss
stolen
at an anguished niche
from a coveted lip
...
My love-jaundiced eyes
Are intent on the moon
Because I see no celestial curio
Only her wild serene face
...
A feline swagger
poised
on stilettoes serpentine
as her loins'
...
Seed-suffused
sober chariot at dawn,
resolute with visions
of a bounteous night
...
Joshua's annual descent
vitiates his invisible ubiquity,
paved paths prepared,
proliferate the sublime scandal
...
Pituitary reeks of wrinkles
whose advent adverse
as a bad breeze
blows at your bare brilliance.
...