St. Aloysius, “The Plea from the Boot,” Poem One xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx…mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
xxxxAs much maniacal bastard as canonical saint:
xxxxxdecorating androids with cashmere paint,
xxxxxx(awhile, in the air another gurning ball of yarn
xxxxxx—a yellow sun ejected from morning’s cairn)
xxxxxxxxxcalling clouds as fascist nations;
xxxxxxcompelling another, just shy of assassination–
xxxxI see now how one must subscribe to simpler Heavens.
xxxx(mind you, I hold Thursday to be an Abomination)
xxxxxxxxxxxforthwith surrendering my commission;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxI, humbly, petition to be Forgiven–
xxxxxxIf I dare press further, pray Thursday be Forgotten.
epines de roses et colle, Poem Two
Pressgang a Miniaturist, task them to appoint
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxeach horizon of the Universe:
xxxxxxxxxxxan exemplary course of Torment!
as I am still dictating singular whorls
xxxto an individual Fingerprint;
modelling molecules much like bearing racers–
Ages have passed and I would still find it brash
xxxxxxxxxto conceive of Firmament…
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