Bloated and fisheyed
While slumsliding the wenchful sirens,
I did– escaping,
Hale and dumbgleaming, the Adonis:
To fleeting flight. He,
seeking to flee,
upfloating, flew away.
Nestled in his own disappearance,
Whirred the birds of his dreams,
Numbed by the dull chill of wisdom
too ruptive; the fluctuant chasm,
overspanning that oblivious
stare upon which
The rentless invention
of this oh so disposable age.