Unlove Poem

Insidious rapture deranged from 

my desire festooned with palpables not to

be sought, bought, brocaded with text tiled

to mean leafed-flings into the glue 

of pomade ruing the daylight stewed 

with indifference. Oh, if only you’d

leave your crude memorandum randomly

chez vous and never darken my drapes

for encores, simply close this opening 

and bore your way through some infernal

elsewhere you presume to mean singling out

some impressionable instance of

an innocence hand-crafted then worn

by distance paved with platinum of old.