I
yearning for
textured
text

             versify
             my
             idlewild—

long thought to be extinct—

             with aggressive recombination,
             culture churn.

From rags, rage—

             managerial malaise
             makes didactic prophylactic,

phased phrases,
faux friends,

             the logical conclusion of the
             image-making instinct.

The emasculation of acceptance—
is it an acquittal or a dismissal?