Caffeine Libido (2024)

Remember that, the week I had convinced

Bad words to elope with me in the French Riviera

To sit, my placid subject; wear a

Turkish robe in ways I could evince them?

Within this marriage, words I finely minced

Milled to fine powder, a combustive flare

Of living dust with power that can scare up

Some outrage, and did. From that point since

I've learned my words, ground up with wider stones

Will sedimentize, crack a coarser silt

That, steeped in boiling water, warms my bones

And makes me feel as if my frame were built

Mellifluously out of palindromes

And rhetoric to free from ruminative guilt