O Glorious Petulance

o glorious petulance
regale me
indignant

persist with recalcitrance

overtures obstinate

divulge your denial

dearly dreadful disease

let us stretch out
‘fore this
unceasing obsequy

grind my soul
into artisanal loess

dare not confess
crimes deemed contemporaneous

avail us
yet
once
more

of

your

t e x t b o o k

i
n
n
o
c
e
n
c
e

stalk me
until i submit to your sway

or fuck it
just traipse away sulking

whatever you do
just make certain you don’t

for if you did
what was done

does implicate you

but even then
redemptive vies surely mitigate

i must admit

the mistake here
bears only my namesake

of browbeaten
broken-willed
brickled abandon

hanged by haranguing

omnipotent angles

and theories that query
these wrists
not yet slit

how verily apropos

no no, please do go on

acquaint me
the grandeur
that is my wit’s failure

immured by the pure
peerless
prose of your verity

where would i be
if not for the boon
of your virtue

doubtless
it is
that i have misconstrued

your resplendent intentions

and now, it is i
who licks dust from your sooted boot

how could i
have been emboldened
to hold such a notion
so woefully shameful

i ask now
what play must i make
to appease you