Regret Song


The Darling bolts herself
by entanglements
onto the neck of The Snarled —
he's bait, catched at.

Air-free, I'll blurt out myself
minus glossologies, dissyllables,
a squal of desperation.

The Darling Bolts herself
by entanglements
onto the neck of The Snarled —
he's bait, catched at.

At variance with a pertinence to fall
incredulity rips him,
unbuckled underwear
writhing in air.