Thank God That’s Done

The ways you prodded, poked, provoked, cajoled and teased
your consciousness into varieties of loopy understandings
and succumbings: their peculiar brandings of the heart
and flesh and psyche, the rewiring of requiring,
the beguiling of the mind into the styling

of new aptitudes for squalor,
the propensity for pallor
and decrepitude – all

the relentlessly

repetitive

ineptitudes


of having


“fun” –

.