Wednesday Words – verbs misplaced are poetry

THESE
gleeful emotions, sonorous and
profound: words words words
trippingly tapping
my tongue, Lolita —

Alone in my apartment forever,
full and empty now no words to punish,
nor doubt dismember
just glee, glee, glee —

the delight of
rustification
and
Mephistopheles,

the triumph of
fidelity
and Calaban:

a sycophantic hieroglyph
indelible, at ease —

such nonsense gibberish,
love.

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