Influx of rolling indifference louder than five miles of concrete’s excrement…unburdened
Meanwhile, wild posy, sputter and urge forth
Do I dare to entrust this funny business?
Me with my
riches of substance, plastic and artificially sweet
overkill my convenience
complicit with my mocking flair
Waltzing by water, bloom and weeds
There and then, a byway well paved in its deceit
Juxtaposing all of the willfulness I can bring
what lay beneath the cracks…
the cradle of Bloom’s bosom…impeccably, complete.