Deadly Ivy     |   home bowel   |   haiku   |   (shaving in extremis)   |   Sonnet(a complaint)   |   Topf&Söhne   |   Symphony#41   |   Sweetheart-   |   Plea for Mercy   |   6.7   |   6.8   |   5.30(W.C.W.)   |   Rationale of Verse   |   Short Poems   |   (spontaneoulsy written)   |   6.6 (Elizabeth) 6.8 Eversogently, I, through countless nights of antibodies (of somebodies and nobodies) and hour upon hour (through a long sickness) of our grosslyneglected,pinprick'sinfatuation with careless,shapeless,3am and glorified passions, have found myself to be, through quite a methodical laughter, pristine. And, if not dead, then entirely immune: vaccinated and exact, sterile -- isolated from all the heart is heir to. Expert in my body's resistence to callous words and passion-drunken kiss or vodkatonic's sober slap-across-the-face my white cells quietly hum through my lonely cardiovascular system.