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
and
what lay beneath the cracks…
the cradle of Bloom’s bosom…impeccably, complete.
