The ticking of a diarist-wrist
from a one in two billion tourbillon
wistful of blissful office trysts
yet to be agreed upon,
the nearest irate agnate
to the first gold rush blush
or magnanimity from a magnate
to whom perfidy is a paintbrush,
betrays in soft self-defeating increments
the legion of miscarriages
induced by the instruments
their very victim disparages,
which is why my font’s inelegance
or the passport photo I forewent
I’ll put down to providence
and default on my rent.
from a one in two billion tourbillon
wistful of blissful office trysts
yet to be agreed upon,
the nearest irate agnate
to the first gold rush blush
or magnanimity from a magnate
to whom perfidy is a paintbrush,
betrays in soft self-defeating increments
the legion of miscarriages
induced by the instruments
their very victim disparages,
which is why my font’s inelegance
or the passport photo I forewent
I’ll put down to providence
and default on my rent.