You like your life too much

Sufficient least to hold your worth

To wordy lust and lusty word

Tap tap another bites the dust

By the wayside desiccated

All my moisture vesicated

Rust in veins in taste a must

Trust in chains created fast

Poetic secrets you abstract

Mirth girth wretched hell on earth

The book store in your mind intact

Sleuthing supping co-producing

Tangy bites served mid-sentence

Repentance for this life

You like too much

Defying comprehension's phrase

Your lack of sentient abstention

Apathy in the yearning tension

Loins and minds once stirring

Hiding caustically these days

From this life you like

Too much

Too much

Or maybe it relishes you

Least the spirit tries

To hold you on the set

Begets the clowns and poets and

Beholds the prostitutes' vignettes

Producing most astute

Acute alliances you like

Too much

Too much

And I cannot so dismiss my luck

Beholden to the throne

And I cannot abstain nor stray

From the refrain of blues- atone

Atone you bitch

Chrysalis in a maiden aunt

Detach the teat

Forget the dearest acquisitions

And mid of night closet transitions

To the she of us retreat

By the capricious shortcut beat

Superfluous

I who flew unseen by you

Whispering imminent abstractions

Speculations from a tome

Loosed neath my wings

Dropped alibis no eyes in eyes

No vindication au revoir

Feigned lies the prize

Neath the domed variable star

Unseen in your disguise

Howbeit you assume me far

From home

From you

Pondering the wall

Wondering my fall

Forfeiting my soul

To the life you like

Too much

Too much