Monday’s Valediction by Ernest Williamson

don’t live in a cursory world
live with the underworld of causality
in verbatim
say
you
love
you
for
the ways of a wise smirk
is constrained and bed ridden
aloof like an inebriated dog
torn to lightning strikes
in vestibules
lined with zones
in yellow
curves
out with swerving
divulging screams
let out the barren warlords
of a minuscule puss
fomenting over nothing
worth
time
to
tell
hell
kiss
yourself
for the love
of everyone
else
where