By
Sanjeev Sethi
TAXONOMY
You tried changing
the tone of our chant.
Ok, we’re just friends…
this sways diddly-squat.
You long to be liberated
from the load of labels.
In a bustling patio your
perv lights me up,
and I, while chinwagging
with some cretin am calmed
by your coup d’oeil.
We’re reclaiming our love.
Let me revel in it.
You lap your lack of labels.
MINDS
Emotionally energetic
boogie on the bandwidth
of expectations. When blight
adumbrates their base,
ruse is a route
simulated by some.
I employ this to audit and anoint
myself with virtuousness.
Clay of kvetching
creates this castle,
my loop to la-la land.
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