What rot god-wrought uswards
let noman put us under.
Two for one for all for once:
our muskets loaded,
ears cocked.
Plato's lovers sat impossibly
deflated in the Waiting Room,
lorn, torn & ripped-off.
Abby wasn't taking any more
referrals.
Neither-nor at arbitration
dropped the n=affinity
to be absorbed by
both-and: more dis-
than un-like.
Think of a number, think of
another, any number of numbers;
think of a body trying to be
one with all that
orbiting inside.
Clandestine trades brazenly:
the erotics of this exchange
are charged at one full
interest point above
the central bank's.
The value of metonymic stock
is, it's true, a Prynne derivative,
but that market is not
yet exhausted so follow the
ticker-tape trail.
The trick in figuring speech's figures
is to mind the thing & the likened:
simulacrum & originary,
the discrete demands
of discretion.