about Agatha

who’s the mad scientist
in the library

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

you’re a rum one in a
jungle, variola

shadows of lianas
irradiate your new born

like the X in the angel
who remains faithful
to me alone