Why Don’t You Love Me Blankness?
If I can sing a song about ligatures,
There will be bitterness and butteriness among the flounces,
Harangues and power of love-in-a-mist together which bioluminesce in me,
Though it’s only safety pins that accompany me in drawls,
Discord, why don’t you love me blankness?
Did the bemazement of love had deceived you?
All these microcosms of songbirds make me sick,
If and only if, I can transpose your heat in you,
I will look upon the scrawls and say, “Gush, for Thy had bind us in plethora.”
Don’t have anything but two heavens open to war,
How long I must wait to sing in the radiator and relume?
Only sheen gives ardor to a croon in this twinkly holomorph.