Ruptured Rapture

Is there a ballad in your hemlock?

Please pass the alt.

I'm gemming caulk in this unrenovated

cubicle in torque.

Please blaspheme me at your earliest.

Punch Judy or just roll up your sleeve.

Was that gremlin or Kremlin plural 

in the unhinged heart?

Don't go all declarative on me. 

I know what you always think. I ought to

know always the ought within 

proximity that trots out old news posing as ought. 

Unbridle the knot of unnamed weeds 

in your heart and call them botany.