I Don't Love You I Just Like You

All of this within
quotation marks
replayed to the fifteenth
power spoken.

All the spokes now broken
and an integral impairment
stings even pavement
and embitters airlit place.

Disappointment hastens
waste and trans-
mogrific innuendo so
the lacy cuffs once crisp,

now go to fallen planes,
and hurt retains gray weather
in its nether snares
the leitmotif gives leave(s) to thee.