who’s the mad scientist
in the library
phenomenon
her variola ought to be
a stop on my
harmonium mundi
her veins of biota
skein the cheese
of my heart
I think her sex life
revealed in this
questionnaire about
my ability to concentrate
on less than
one thing at a time
shows in her eyes
the way
they saunter
when they’re
thinking hard
which should be now
as they read this drivel
about variola
the vicar’s daughter
in her thrilling
redundancy where all paths
lead to roam
oh
you’re a rum one in a
jungle, variola
shadows of lianas
irradiate your new born
retinas
like the X in the angel
who remains faithful
to me alone