Hear the hackneyed phillips call
The reflex to comfort
Or less
To cheer you up

Once encompassing an entire acculture
The courtly espenser
To advance that famoso faery dictatress
Embodying like allegory law faith stealth and physical dominance

Unknown does of allaying
Through the domes’ transept of a squinting fane drest with roses
Parsing the pesty modes from holy Byzantium
Unto the pert and aromatic Genevas

The clever edmundegreen
Asserting effrentacious certitude
The marl that fructifies
The bitumen no we are not

O that insouciant flummery
The mulct-white hinder
The requisite
Risable churl

The baronesses mount the Masque of Monarchy
Assume the imposture of the heir-breeding rosies
Hair-braiding rosaries
Air-breathing rougeries

Whilst the soi-disant King that bloody usurper
In sought of them
Dranches the sillions in sanguine potash
A tender crop of cripplage

Hover the pit of ultimate error
The unsure footing of Beulah
A cotillion to agitate the livery lymph
Erosive exaltation to the serapphine vertex

Thence to adopt the drab routine
The compulsoriness to think badly of it
The stratified norms
Of moral correction lately become fashionable

Commences the fluid of despatches
Justification by fear
The presthood of all who bleed
A sacrament of degradation

Hear the polished paean
The enchromium of cupidity
By now buy now by know
By no

A cherished hierophancy of naked command
To extract repribution from the naked
Witness the monstrous birth
The teraph’s fetid ascent

A prayerful multitude rotates in hellucination
A retail anchorite in the role of St. Joan
Eyes narrowed
The floor in fovea

A child in Tennessee reaches for riches
A gift withheld jars with the fauna
As if espoused to diminutive vivration
Or motioned to migrate to chill Arcadia

A banker in Connecticut dreams his gallante vignettes
Chaired in concentric storm and drag
While army brats are orphaned
Sharecorppers slain

Do you want your child to die
Screeds the concerned citoyen
In a passion of passion
A paroxysm a purplex

The regalia’d functunaries hurl the living
In hideous trauma and battery down
To th’incarnadined sidewalk
To step mincingly about the warm gules

New nuances taxi et ego in aircraftery
If only a sentence
Only insistence
Upon melancholic bodelearian reassurance

Until at last the declination
No John not phlebotomy
Not phlegmatimy
Certainly not estivation in some cozy cavity

No airplane appeared over Atlanta
No tender leaf trembled on the tulip tree
Iago is not
What Iago is

Surely some bilious revelation
But no none worse
Cortical contour the steepy sores’ resort
Nor bollarded in a bunker

Nor sinused on the cresty calx
But mere zephyrim of the muse her musted self
I’m sorry I’m sorry
Must you restore that baroque hilarity

Must you emplac that jubby denial
I’m sorriest
The epithets the quaalifires
The wan superlatives