up—this New
Covenant's too
long—lists all clever-
ly,
arranged
and
—redacted.
I just want
to be
emphatically—right
where I ought to
be—blasting Vivaldi's bright
Autumn iii endlessly
banging my head
off the butt
of some joke—stoking
my appetite
through dumb force
of sheer exercise—
and after-
words,
hell!—
I swear I could
eat a whole
plague of locusts for breakfast—just
do me one
favor—stop
talking already!
and quick! pass
me over that—
wild honeycomb.
