angst cycle (iii) — [A]

now
i can respond
without worming
another man’s heart

now you deny interest
so why that year
fly–tipping
poisons

what are now poisons

i detest this ache
i detest the dispensers
i detest the wasted printemps
i face

you claim you need the intellectual
ignoring the insult
why get yourself a helminth
so sophisticated

he doesn’t even know
he can’t
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