weep amidst evergrowing solipsism -
(you're) slipping into; (is Descartes laughing?)
baiting every telephone discourse,
with the subtlety salient taste of vaginal delicacies.

PLEASE
repine your enervation and horrendous misfortunes, dear love!
it hardly covers your
fallacious daily driven jocund existance.

(is it flaunting or faking when you
truly believe in your lies?)

not - pioneering new roads
when - mullings hold us bound.

forking greater paths still,
and tumbling through still heavier ruminations,
i'm lost,
but i'm holding glass next to you.