VICE
I order in flushed terms:
the invitingness of the soufflé
does not beleaguer you
but asks: “Why not?”
as you began and begin again
the sort of behaviour that will
make for the right-ended flopping
of your love
all over the floor. It wouldn’t be so bad
but it does not worry you
that it could remorse me into
their useful tembre, the Deep
of the Ocean’s duping our eardrums
by peaceful slumbering noise and efflecting
novice termed lozenged viced capitol knowledge.
