Long lust
cut off.
Time is some
unwilling
haberdasher.
Jacket snaps
slackless
until chest
is made
of skin and
silk lining.
Encouraging
chest hairs
coming from
the lime green
tight dobby cloth—
stop it!
Skin is not
silken, even
on the relatively
hairless front.
Chest is not fabric;
less is not
magnanimous,
naught is not
endless if
noise informatics.
What once was
entropic now isn't.
Just less
insulative space.
