o, laud, since my bawd, oui, said good-bye

in which a walking away
sans footsteps or embodiment
Let us blues onto the brick
fist of another online bass
lyric that last long Egg she's
too blood orange to admire
what's old crust under hiss
my fingernails well, Lord
morning into nausea tiled
anon mosaic onto which
pieces she squares she calls
me sweet story or bathroom
fixture daddy memory
a-one, two, one with one
for knobs she wants bacon
slick hanging & dank, boots
& hats to turn: on: hot on
cold to mix & run awhile
lukewarm then off again
when she in beauty says off that
's what's the matter with